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By Jack Joseph Smith

2. It seems sure that when thinking to yourself, the farthest of the streams is what are you going to do about all of this while leaving it as it is is more complicated then damage and I am hit as the subject of a beating and I8m not angry and I can't feel anything and I'm trying to remember how to get upset so just like that I walk away from the swinging back into the back door night and wait thingking till I'm frightened mostely for myself toward what will happen if I head back into the explosion of my past when I know that it is finished. Doing unto others is sometimes the worst move you can make. Even though I can not attack I need to say hello to the pictures of men following my ailen shadow along the wall. Accept trickery as standing up what amounts to his drunken lovers down step like time that is so fast that anything that ticks must establish it's own booth. Actually I refuse to tear off the ears of the instrument of my bloodletting. My new shoes are skuffed, and when I drop kick a world is ruined. I'm not going to take away any doormats when he quits on his knees. It's a good thing that I'm to beat to write this down, because everybody knows that there is the law, a long journey forthcoming, and just plain weak fear. During the day I am looking out over the valley. Lovely in of the town's people autum. But it is the sticks and fists still on the back of my head that confuse, bother, and sadden my way of looking out from my home.

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AI Interpretation

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The narrator describes a beating, numbness and fear about returning to the past. Refusing retaliation, the narrator considers law and a future journey before looking over a valley from home.

The narrator describes an altered view of the valley through the recent violence. These first-person statements do not verify an assault in the author's life. Interlinear revisions affect the discussion of shadow, action and the town's people, so their exact sequence remains provisional.

Claude

Typed page '2.': the narrator is 'hit as the subject of a beating' and is 'not / angry', refuses 'to tear off the ears of the instrument of / my bloodletting', and ends with 'the sticks and fists still on the back of my / head that confuse, bother, and sadden my way of looking out / from my home.'

The narrator describes numbness and restraint after a fight; the interlinear 'of the town's people' sits above the autum row and its placement stays provisional.