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By Jack Joseph Smith

Youth Wandering, going to the other side, WE all watched Not the new place of rats Or any religi6m that talks Praying to walls See your life go beyond See you work be good Go the other side seeing back Challange is to be alone Vision is always better than the wind than what we are on what we do And there is guts in the stomach, And there are guts in the mind WE find our insides stampted You don't even have to hold it together Like old glass, or a receipt angle One thing at a time

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"Youth" sends the speaker to the other side not for novelty or religion but for solitude, vision, work, and the hard discipline of taking one thing at a time.

The typed poem values crossing over only when it deepens work and perspective rather than promising a new tribe or creed. The handwritten additions make the page more communal and bodily: we all watched, prayed to walls, found our insides stampted, and moved like old glass or a receipt angle. The final counsel is plain but durable because it narrows that unsettled mass of experience into one act at a time.

Claude

Youth: wandering, going to the other side, not the new place of rats. There are guts in the stomach and guts in the mind. One thing at a time.