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By Jack Joseph Smith

Ever: There isn't ever one low line drawn that makes us ever. As a child I have seen the finest waterfalls and streams, and knew them without expression,, that nothing was even; The Moon and the Sun they are still the same to us, are never ever even, falling Peabbles and stones as seamen too, walk with you, make thought, even as you get Children always see to yourself. I am an aristocrat, who wished something could Have been done about it: Many a bear I've seen just at one time Memory is more than just a dream Leaving things go is a mistake While passing things on is good If at Equal time we were always fifty feet above Would we not always know we were crawling through grass and concrete, EVEN

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

Waterfalls, streams, Sun, Moon, memory, and inheritance widen the poem into a meditation on what remains while human life crawls through grass and concrete.

The page moves between natural scale and human scale: waterfalls, streams, Moon, Sun, bears, memory, grass, and concrete all test what can be called even. The corrected nothing was even line makes equality and imbalance more explicit, while the page's revisions keep leaving, passing on, and falling unsettled.

Claude

Waterfalls, streams, Sun, Moon — the poem widens until human life is just one thing crawling through grass and concrete while the larger elements persist unchanged. The scale shift is humbling rather than consoling.