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Fred |
and i will wear scratched safety goggles while I do it
and i will cut through the concrete and the rock
and i will not wait for the dirty ash to settle
and i will pierce the skin of the earth to the place where it is soft and wet
and i will dig out the loam from between the tree roots and the electricity lines, the loam pierced through with worm trails and studded with gray pebbles, the fleshy dirt and mud
and i will measure the right depth for the hole with a piece of string and a ruler and my thumbs and make sure with pendulum and divining rod
and i will shovel it rectangular and carefully arrange the dirt of the hole around its edges, those edges straight and stark and distinct
and i will pull that dirt down upon my head and shoulders and taste it with the tips of my fingers and the end of my tongue
and i will fall there in the earth
so that I may die and be lifted up
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