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By Jack Joseph Smith

The Heart Of the Matter You can see a sound and think what it must be: You can be an animal without a mind, and find it amusing You can not watch trouble and sorrow, and get away with it, slowly I say, it's a reaper The plaines have lost their underbelly Surely the sea is losing it's shell The mountains of the gutsy man's dream, and final. goat Your head ackes in the corner saying never cry. Waiting for somebody to kiss your forehead, is the only way; be swankie finding yourself, awash,, truth,, yes, suit up, now nowone is watching you ,. and don't have to listen, now you just get to see

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

The world is imagined as losing its underbelly and shell, while tenderness survives only in the wish for someone to touch the forehead.

The page moves from animal amusement and watched sorrow into exposed geography: plains, sea, mountains, and shell all lose protection. Its ending turns toward being seen without escape, with tenderness reduced to a forehead kiss and the permission simply to see.

Claude

The world losing its underbelly and shell — its protection from above and below simultaneously — leaves only the wish for someone to touch the forehead. Tenderness becomes the last remaining structure.