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By Jack Joseph Smith

to the ring of, where is she coming from... where is she coming from... where is she coming from?!!!!" And their voices came from her having stood up swaying, as a reef with many trees, her bright dress wrinkling exactly with the feelings in the thick and lower softness of the L.A. wind. She would not be a city domesticated mother swan; for her sweet gladness would dance! And her head had gone over the modern desert storm as a sheba. "Are you seeing the Ark Angel,?" spoke a light man on his feet passing... She had been seeing herself as one of a million centers on the beach with no purpose or possibility. To Jiven Joe what always was and always will be. All blown with the wind like the song of lives in time perpetually moving in a circle, tragic, were the people of Hart Street to spend lives of seconds by visions they were enclosed in. "I am not ready to sing so softly like that soft wind lifting her skirts for you," said Joe. On the sixth day the young girls stood back from her speaking out of the glare. "Lady, the men are anxious for you." "We are all children of the Godless gods, and the universe is not anxious for us," she had replied.

Original Scan

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Maria's vision becomes less messianic certainty than cosmic drift, even as the girls and Joe keep trying to give that drift public form and narrative momentum.

This page is full of unstable elevation. Maria is both exalted and diffuse, and Joe's refusal to sing too softly suggests that performance is the only way the crowd knows how to hold such a vision. This reading remains provisional because the handwritten revisions around the reef/tree line and the tragic/changing passage need follow-up.

Claude

Maria's vision becomes less messianic certainty than cosmic drift, even as the girls and Joe keep tending her. The page holds doubt and care in the same frame.