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By Jack Joseph Smith

some wave breaks where wave breaks twice the height between the sea surface and the ocean floor Now is the time for all Thr wing off to water, 't had a swimming Nicely it was meet by the mouth of the albertroash We wore no gloves in the south Seas It was strangely intellectual in a place that means body The whole trip at the night helm the lib To think about death on a cruse Has nothing tp do with floating with porkehops on the ocean He had a magnificent grin The devil who had wondered into the perfected way As he fourteen sang his way into National Geografic I held back alot on the deck And had to bare a Captain on the sea Who loved Ann Rand Oct. 1968 Robin Lee Graham Kahuna - Hawaiian naciestpriests Yanana North Shore

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GPT

The page combines sea-floor imagery, cruise reflection, literary drift, and later handwritten travel notes into a layered notebook-like composition.

What is interesting here is the coexistence of registers: a drafted poem about ocean depth and death at sea, then the marginal presence of `Oct. 1968`, Robin Lee Graham, and Hawaiian references. The page does not settle into a single finished artifact; it preserves a mind thinking by overlay, where voyage, reading, and revision keep interrupting each other.

Claude

A wave-math aside and a short stanza. Some waves break at twice the height between sea surface and ocean floor. Then a ship-life lyric: gloveless in the South Seas, thinking about death on a cruise has nothing to do with floating with porkchops, a fourteen-year-old sailor singing into National Geographic, a Captain who loved Ayn Rand. A reference to Robin Lee Graham and the Hawaiian kahuna closes.