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By Jack Joseph Smith

With his pulse through his neck, there is inner sound For him, and to make animal sure that he is speaking to him, he sniffs. Now he watches the sea birds they shift on horizon as a society, in endless directions; So many different creatures in one place without a precise language give him the urge to chatter loud- ly: "Being alone in the mountains, is the finest way to battle conceitly." His chest is built robust round; but his thinned nose and fast legs give Animal the appearance of an angular man. He continues along with a long step erect to the shore of the sea expecting a blue night. There is no tunnel in the heavens, no suggested move- ment concerning the gray black. The pinkness of light lasting after the sun has fallen, begins a casted stared light through space-travel blues. Color remains of flower and moving wind weeds. Not embraced by the huge-yellowness, but sharpened to an exciting vision by peaking beams they wait for the clear sign of night to express their visible energy. Energy turning the inside of the sea, and its molecular vapored arms out of body extend hands in magnificent clutch over the multidimensioned grained sands of rest and unusual freedom.

Original Scan

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This page turns Animal's bodily sensation into a meditation on form, energy, and nightfall, using sea birds and coastal light to move from body into atmosphere.

What stands out is how the page keeps enlarging the scene without losing physical detail. Animal's pulse, chest, shore, pink afterlight, sea, and sand all remain connected, so the passage feels both observational and visionary. The line about being alone in the mountains sharpens the page into a study of solitude becoming heightened perception.

Claude

A physical close-up of pulse, neck, and the decision to 'make animal sure that he is speaking to him.' The handwritten revisions tighten the attention; the page is about the moment before address, not the address itself.