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By Jack Joseph Smith

Gone The window wind blows the paper I am looking down at keys And the world is not around And exquisit instrument Battered and old Very good when it clicks sound That you do not know Sunnenly retreived Not the record either Or a blow through the hall You think it is all done This war and all It takes me five minutes to get to the street

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GPT

"Gone" turns paper, keys, and an old clicking instrument into a temporary enclosure where the world disappears, until war and the walk to the street return the speaker to public life.

The page is absorbed by small mechanical things, as if attention to keys, paper, and clicking sound can suspend the surrounding world. The battered instrument offers retrieval without understanding, something recovered but not resolved. The closing measure of five minutes to the street breaks the interior spell and puts pressure back on the body.

Claude

Gone: wind blowing paper, looking down at keys, world not around. Battered and old exquisit instrument, five minutes to get to the street.