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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 sogugst 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 Ours and others,sighning is a waste The deer you ran into and gave away to go To sighed morbid is natural; the lack of taste, Let it not my own

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Fear, judgment, and religious language are tested against weakness, violence, and survival, with Jesus split between brokerage and power.

The page stages faith as divided authority: one god uses Jesus as broker while another holds Jesus as power. Around that split, weakness, fear, waste, and violence become practical tests of judgment; the added lower-line corrections make the deer image sharper, though several surrounding handwritten revisions still need closer review.

Claude

Jesus is split into two versions — broker and power — and the poem refuses to reconcile them. Faith and fear and violence coexist in the same prayer because the speaker's god is not one thing.