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41 Wild Orders Let me look on nothing like myself— let me look on wild orders. There are always wars at the borders. There are always borders. What keeps plant from animal but a name hidden somewhere inside? What keeps saint from murderer but a refusal to accept the blame? —I came as close as any came. Oh tongue of seeded flame, oh visitant of the rank and tattered petals, let me be butterfly, or blank as the heart of a star, heart of water: Come battering the gates apart, lord hawk, lord frog, lord thing— but teach me how to sing. ...

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