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By Jack Joseph Smith

Flight One second before God, he vanished from it all Wild for what nature had left Quiet on every kind of train Sullen on a bus, alone, the low thumb road Old dirt and ash, on the way, kids awash And blessid are the women, born better than I Suddenly another shore Then again a cast away To the seas magic of horror, and glamorous misunderstanding

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GPT

One second before God, trains, bus rides, the thumb road, blessid women, and another shore turn flight into disappearance, exile, and the seas magic of horror.

Vanishing from it all sounds voluntary and fated at once, as if departure arrives just before judgment. Quiet trains and a sullen bus make travel feel emotional before it becomes geographical. The last turn toward the sea keeps wonder and terror together, since misunderstanding itself is part of the glamour.

Claude

'Flight' one: one second before God, he vanished from it all; wild for what nature had left; sullen on train and bus, low thumb road. 'Blessid are the women, born better than I.' Sea's magic of horror, glamorous misunderstanding.