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By Jack Joseph Smith

The big pig, a junket craw fish, the leather of a crock, horror in the sky, a subsquient wish He says we don't stand on promontory's, because we keep in mind the fallaciousness A seahawk dripping oceans of worms crawling across its surface in a swril until engines stop and gray and blue turn to green that dosen't mean anything except that you are not far enough away from even an island or the courtesy of sand If there were only a knot in a place where darkness is dawn Where very evil is the mixture of silver and gold And you have seen the twist as a lack of choice While strangely sings a two faced song of sweet A mast in openess easy over easy against the oceans of space While the mask drops and flotes back its own unlucky end Its own prisoner to banisters and trips of play More than most he thinks frightened of the deaths he sees

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

The closing page moves from pig, craw fish, leather, sky horror, promontory, seahawk, worms, island, sand, silver, gold, mask, mast, and prisoner imagery into fear of seen deaths.

The reviewed scan-backed text gives the ending a clearer arc: coarse animal matter opens into sea and sky abstraction, then closes on the speaker's frightened attention to death.

Claude

A closing reverie that recombines the book's grotesque emblems - 'The big pig, a junket craw fish, / the leather of a crock, / horror in the sky' - and refuses solid ground: 'we don't stand on promontory's, / because we keep in mind the fallaciousness.' Its central image is a 'seahawk dripping oceans of worms crawling / across its surface in a swril until engines / stop,' and it broods on a world where 'very evil is the mixture of silver and gold' and 'the mask drops and flotes back its own unlucky end.' The book ends on its frightened author-figure: 'More than most he thinks frightened of the deaths he sees,' with 'subsquient,' 'swril,' 'dosen't,' and 'flotes' preserved.