Acid

By Jack Joseph Smith

ENGLAND'S BEE GEE'S "Just for four hundred seasons we all lived in Vain" ACID I Sitting on the grass Greens petal a green. The leaf is deep my Lord! And a childs' challenge still fears the tips of trees: I fall more in circle from the cliffs: The air shutters with its fine breath Coming upward its scent clings to one And I watch breezes blow me infantile Seeking a higher sight Insights toward living Struggling to reduce power to letting go As in our revelations at the first turns Loving the faces of friends: Mystery turning their ashes: Saintly beginnings rising to form: Waiting for all to unconceal time Listening to damage unraveling truth Parting is such sweet sorrow to tell A way out wildness of winged flutter: Wind moves from one place to another Head bent under a strange ivory cast The silk of ageless dances surging up years of the mind A human's twirl without body's composite over this soul As to a mask is life upon the tight stretches of canvas Commencing to show slightness in open laid fingers Real as experience Eyes and forgiving Are the complete hands of a woman lining our world: ooo
ACID II Laughter in that hearty way Peaks to becomming strained When remembering the babble and mumble Kissing giant mouths of worn kneed men Tell the witty man not to bow again For he runs this heart to far ahead He processes our imaginations imitation Christ And forever has gone too dark for a second act To hungry world in tangle Here too I wait with sigh Flourishing madness do thee need? Where is the acknowledged wonder? The only circle believable on shields left for battles Felt the lone determined sun star flickering absolutes And now with warrior love we strike out trusting Yet on mythclogical power of wounded flying feet During the fear void before period people pondered revolt Memory was vanquished dust Ice gathered in the brains Yet a planet crystallized a few breaths beneath a residue Some did not want to pilgrimage back to the land of re-entrance And experience the same unknowns for the second time Which is what must be done in order to correct error So they accepted the disbelief and continued outside of concept Growth as belief in deliverance With heat pressuring this heart And gain is the renunciation of perceptions As that external heat pressures those minds ooo
ACID III With ego as an echo Seen are the devils With which the balance in eternity comes to life No single shadow without the light of duel angle Invisible walls do prevail Small head hate peers down Preventing the interchange- Inaction to Action Action to Inaction The light house tower of war Killing of a human That gives no light Controls the sword Is useless to climb Until both do fall Off stranded waters Hand then neck beyond reality Any confiscation of life before birth Must total the formula of the planned Yet awakened then walked with a sound Yea again appears the gift of visions Through the womb to living Not as the matter of facts But as a matter of courses New willful sperms have arrived alive God bless this fire As we learn it upon coming Into wanting it for deaths We induce judgement Yet; watch the free on their mountain top thoughts leaving high: Though focused we do knowingly See the decendents of the deadly But for THE FOREVER the nature of mankind goes on Toward the passover of no turf turned graves at all

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Across ACID I, II, and III, the speaker seeks higher sight among grass, wind, and friends, questions laughter and deliverance, then considers ego, war, birth, and judgment. The speaker closes by imagining graves with no turf turned.

The speaker pairs action and inaction in a two-column passage, then compares a lightless war tower with killing a human. The title allows a psychedelic reading, but the speaker gives no explicit account of taking a drug.

Claude

Under an epigraph credited to 'ENGLAND'S BEE GEE'S', '"Just for four hundred seasons we all lived in Vain"', the three numbered parts move from 'Sitting on the grass' and 'The leaf is deep my Lord!' through 'Laughter in that hearty way / Peaks to becomming strained' to 'With ego as an echo / Seen are the devils' and paired columns such as 'Inaction to Action' and 'Action to Inaction'.

The title names the sequence's subject, and the poems record shifts of perception, from wonder to strain to moral reckoning, without stating that the speaker took a drug. Abstractions are packed into four-line blocks and two-column passages. 'becomming', 'mythclogical' and 'duel angle' are typed forms.