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16 Undoing Big Fly keeps at me. No one lets me alone. I look for a place To plunge my hand in To pull a curse out— To set hills Walking. I’m closing in. I climb in creek bed To follow roots— Make a ring of sand Balance my forefinger & forget where I am. Ground sends a route Straight up my arm— That sets me Walking. ...

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