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By Jack Joseph Smith

Hey I remember a trailor park a few hundred yeards from Malibu There will be Geometry There won't be worship, cause you won't get to the end of it Read between the lines again; save that part There will be something That lets you letgo Like the first of what you think is a shallow river To a storm already underway Further words There will be power however, or however there will be power When you get tough enough to throw your mind away,

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This page ties a remembered Malibu trailor park to a hard poetics of Geometry, withheld worship, further words, and the need to discard one's own mind in order to reach power.

The Malibu opening grounds the poem in a shabby, specific place before it vaults back into larger claims about meaning. "Read between the lines again" makes the page sound like a correction or second attempt, not a fresh revelation. The marginal Further words note and the inserted underway keep the poem in active revision. Its power comes from the brutal proposition that release may require throwing away the very mind that keeps trying to master the poem.

Claude

Hey I remember a trailer park a few hundred yards from Malibu. Geometry, not worship, never the end. Power when you get tough enough to throw your mind away.