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Only fragments are stable: soaring sounds of buffalo, directional movement south, angles, women folding up half the sky, and the emphatic instruction to take the shit out of it.

The page reads as a fragmentary handwritten field whose force comes from scale, motion, and command. The visible fragments suggest an image of sky and direction being folded or stripped down, but the full sequence remains uncertain.

A winter Pennsylvania vignette of the speaker being driven down a road by the man who shot out his left eye, cast as a deathday relay with a 'long baton without a switch' and the instruction 'don't stop, that's the way it's done'.