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By Jack Joseph Smith

| And if we are dying ablon like atties While dominions go away as a dream : Find us fish from the waters Where the slightest nit j Has made a stream The cork in the bottle The split of the hare Inmagine the andradite Think always oppisite When it is done With no show Just drag them off the bar By the hair like girls |

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

This page turns toward dominion, dream, fish, and slightness, sounding like a plea for a more elemental order of life.

The poem has a drifting, watery logic. Even where the syntax stays rough, it seems committed to escaping the larger abstractions of empire or control.

Claude

A dying-alone-like-atties lyric: fish from the slightest nit, cork in the bottle, split of the hare, and the closing instruction to 'drag them off the bar / By the hair like girls' — violence staged as a final housekeeping.