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By Jack Joseph Smith

Flight A Southern Cross past God One second, past God He left it all Quiet at first On a train, in a bus Suddenly a shore; then a cast away Thinking be not, that time a tarp I did not have a chance, when I saw Christ It was definately the garden of Eden When I slid off the back of a pick up truck,, and said no, I'can not come to you, so clearly beconed in the early night, when there I knew real fear...

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AI Interpretation

GPT

A Southern Cross and one second past God send the speaker into flight through trains, buses, Eden, Christ, refusal, and the early-night knowledge of real fear.

The handwritten Southern Cross line pushes the page toward navigation and omen before the typed poem begins its sequence of departures. Christ and Eden appear not as safe destinations but as overwhelming recognitions that arrive before consent. Saying no after sliding from the pickup preserves a narrow selfhood, yet that refusal is exactly where fear becomes most real.

Claude

'Flight' two: southern cross past God, on a train, in a bus, suddenly a shore, then a cast away. 'I did not have a chance, when I saw Christ' — garden of Eden, sliding off the back of a pickup, saying no to the clearly beckoned early night 'when there I knew real fear.'