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Schooled to be docile
all the assembled information
allowed itself to be tied up into
neat little packets bound with
twine, double-knotted.
In late June, all that data—
reports and scores, accumulated
evidence of the year
untied itself
gathered, ungathered
scattered across the tile floors
or pressed against the windows
till it found one Open
and then the flow of information
flew.

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