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By Jack Joseph Smith

of color changes, but then there were literal animals seem moving to become half. The high frightening times just stood back and did swell with answer; traced never could there be though, a desire to communicate? "It seems animals, that I am young; and my level of evolvement really only begins at you? "I want to go down by the sea and find a women and bring her back with me; but once back here with her; will I astonish like a flash coming out of a conflict of broken framings, which my way of viewing happenstance will she see me as a cross eyed to nature man wanting only quest? That women being inflicted upon through a feeling fluttering; once soft like particled silk dust in the breeze to stone or steel; like a weight dropped from the inner sockets of the eyes that women could not be expected to understand? But why is the Animal considering another? (So true, is her image, so wonder- ful? Is illusion for healing?) "It is only natural that the Animal cross bridges, when he finds his self upon them" A stream flowed. It came to jumbled almost absolute- ly black rocks almost hovered. The stream branched there; while these rocks seemingly poured over their own edges seeing the stream body seperate again to join on the other side of this lump of stones. The stream whispered variations on the way, and talked to itself over these ridges in a steady way each side deposited upon for hat- ing, a linking sound. When it first happened, things and matter were in motion never before moved. Now it was old and would along timeless, not rushing. Even cleaner to an eyesight; For it's turn and change were in flow; not put hard against something never encountered; Animal watched it, and wandered among the foam eating leaves. He walked and sank bending with the day; the morning Fingertips with the silence of natural sound (Should he ask forgiveness for being awake?) Not poised, nor shadow in mind seeking rest before black turning back the last of bone marrow skin, could have made him more appreciative the breathing way he breathed now. And it is true that his toung trembled. This Jack

Original Scan

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This page moves from a strange meditation on youth, women, and perception into a close study of the stream, rocks, time, and breath.

The restored lower passage makes the landscape more than a scene change. The divided stream becomes a figure for old motion, deposited matter, and a quieter kind of awareness, ending in the body itself as the Animal watches, breathes, and feels his toung tremble.

Claude

A short settled passage that drops the hyperrealist inner weather of the surrounding pages. What survives is Jack's patient hand — the beach, the companion, the unspecific hour — a breather between the project's more charged interior scenes.