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By Jack Joseph Smith

The Paper I have no sourse from which to climb Worried as a rabbit I seek life Without hiding tell death I remain My sorrow, my distain, my strife This god has Jesus as a broker My God has Jesus as power No judgement sees the weaker Your god stays your god for sure I've killed and left And it matters why You have not, and have not sought Simple done down I forget the lie Weakness has a way, where just the breeze of a man can, make you scared Don't judge the dartful and uncaring Who have chosen the lose of fear Even vituperatively worried and unsound For all of Our and others, sighning is a waste The deer you ran into and gave away to go To sighn morbid is natural; the lack of taste, Let it not be your own

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

The speaker describes fear and sorrow, compares religious power and brokerage, and resists judging those who have lost fear.

The stanza gaps separate the rabbit, the gods, killing and weakness. Raised typed corrections complete sought after have not. The lower revisions give For all of Our and others and Let it not be your own. Faint annotations and an unplaced for still prevent a complete reading.

Claude

'The Paper' opens 'I have no sourse from which to climb / Worried as a rabbit I seek life', sets 'This god has Jesus as a broker' against 'My God has Jesus as power', and admits 'I've killed and left / And it matters why'. It asks not to judge 'the dartful and uncaring / Who have chosen the lose of fear' and ends 'To sighn morbid is natural; the lack of taste, / Let it not be your own'.

The poem moves in short four-line stanzas from personal fear to competing ideas of God, then to guilt, weakness and fear. Its tone is confessional but guarded, with plain statements and several unusual spellings kept from the source. The handwritten revisions turn the close from a private sigh into advice addressed to someone else.