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Blood Does my blood need a motive to travel the length of my body, picking up waste, discharging waste, taking on health? Do I need to explain why loving you is important and why leaving is equally so, as when my blood slows, meeting impediments; halts and dies? Youand I have met to transact some business between us and my delight is in measure with our success and my warmth toward you. What other meaning can Ifind for us, if there be meaning here as when stars collapse and new ones are born out of the same matter? I Dream I Hurl a Spear I dream I hurl a spear into the body of my love. I am brutal, but the spear begins to glow along its shaft and transfixes me. I stand covered in its radiance, unable to move, magnetized toward the spear that I reach out to touch and then grasp and stroke and carrymyself forward along its length until I have touched the body of my love itself at the point where the spear has entered. I sob, I shake in convulsions, and the body of my love bends forward to comfort me as I support myself against it in a paroxysm of leaving my body. 769 ...

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