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By Jack Joseph Smith

Colt Peace Maker While we enjoy these billows bursting like plums To big to be squid fine enough to be beads We can strip motor or sail and spend it all Exactly now He says seas cross all the time And here they come pretending to be cayotes 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

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

`Colt Peace Maker` moves through billows, beads, an `Exactly now` sea crossing, hard liquor, dreaming, forlornness, and slaughter-born difficulty waking.

Replacing the crossed opening with the handwritten title makes the page read as a late sea-run reprise under the sign of a frontier weapon. The final `wake` returns it to consciousness and dream-state pressure.

Claude

A long sea-run that gathers earlier motifs into one swell: 'Torrent of the parapit,' 'The last sight of my rail,' 'We will eat the sea tonight / With the God damn black God,' and 'billows bursting like plums / To big to be squid fine enough to be beads.' The bird-politics return - the seas 'come pretending to be cayotes / Like poets in general they are unbelievable' - and the page turns metaphysical at the end: 'God is hooked again alright; / we are not in a dream while we know we are dreaming,' with the drifter who 'would never accept forlorn even in a farmtown' and is 'Born with slaughter,' so 'it is harder to wake.' This reading remains provisional because the page is flagged needs-followup.