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It happens when the drift-rebounding

40 It happens when the drift-rebounding of the wind’s a sound of flint to strike a spark from steel understandings that were meant for us here suddenly in the history of why I have these matters to address, simply things to say and a form to fashion a kind of wholeness that begs no difference, denies no fissure in the gemstone, pries into the copse of it, says all elements will move you forward in time, the model more elusive now than ever, if no one to fool. As natural as hunger to a body, a sheet of iron, a stalk of corn, an agate in our hands claiming the right to petition an assembly, perform the seams of a nectar drawn with bright nervous pulses across the clearing of us here, and the city there producing lures to keep me penultimate from the satisfied frets and roses like warm milk. The haunted matter hovering beyond reach, teaching his lover to delay and so it glistened like tourmaline, a summer fruit in the moist air as far as I was asked to crawl when not entirely of independent means to know the effort of body and mind to an end, or useful for a special 41 purpose in sums payable in return for services rendered by time in wages per hour for the purchasing of coal from India, gold from Brazil, tea from Rwanda, and oil from Kuwait. (Salgado) ...