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By Jack Joseph Smith

a ‘s Torrent of the parapi; ae i PF pene Jia key i The last\sight my rail J We will eg€ the Sea tonight * With Xhe ie damn black Sed Alserub and a bouy and a nail off my thumb While we enjoy these billows bursting like plums ; To big to be squid fine enough to be beads j We can strip motGr or sail and spend it all ( 4 EXhOr ly Cs » He says seas cross all the time And here they come pretending to be ceyotes Like poets in general they are unbelievable How long has it been incidently since anyone had hard liquor when a main sail went down | sink man In a different now, maybe made, maybe a hole Yet God is hooked again alright} we are not in a dream while we know we are dreaming, for he would never accept forlorn even in a farmtown Born with slaughter it is harder to wake |

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AI Interpretation

GPT

The page pushes toward sea imagery, parapets, rails, and a black night crossing, giving the late sequence a darker maritime intensity.

Even through the rough transcript, the page's direction is clear: outward, nocturnal, and edged by infrastructure. It feels like a poem preparing for a final crossing.

Claude

A long sea-run stanza folding page 21's hawks-as-coyotes material into a capstone: God 'hooked again alright,' dreaming while knowing we dream, slaughter-born and harder to wake.