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Not a Sin
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Not a Sin It's not a virtue either, really, this rubbing and rubbing against someone, yourself a someone too, until someone must burst or yell. It falls where pleasure and necessity and risk all intersect—we have ourselves and to ourselves, to love and half to death—removing, move by move, the overlays of mind until we're down to sheer medulla.—Not what you would call intelligent, and yet I bet it has some wisdom in it, something that can bear us later, past the lapse in gushes, past the businesses apart, past weeks and decades made to keep our waking lives on line until the moment comes no telling knows to welcome, and no wording comprehends, reducing all our big ideas to jolts of oblongata, ah my underestimated God, shall I show forth thy praise? You made my powers crash. As bushes burst, as flames float off in heart-boats, in the flood, I open up my mouth and find you've filled it full of flesh. I mean you made me feel the way I feel so words would not be proud. I know. You made men so I'd kneel. 201 ...