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By Jack Joseph Smith

Mud This is what I do I am here for the last TAKE Don't think about it I have lost the wave The canyon now I have become There is no silence more still And I welcome no person To where I am gone: It is so removed That if I came back I would know that I was wrong Not necessarily in what I have done even to let chance let it happen all over again. I don't recognize

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Withdrawal becomes nearly total, as the speaker reaches a removed place where return would prove wrong and recognition itself fails.

The cleaned page frames mud as a state of retreat, loss, and severed recognition. The legible handwritten additions intensify the inward argument: 'Don't think about it' resists explanation, while the ending leaves chance happening again without recognition.

Claude

Withdrawal so complete that return itself becomes error. The silence chosen here is not temporary retreat but permanent relocation to a place where even coming back would be a mistake.