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The wound.

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The wound gaped open,
it was remarkably

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like the wedge of an orange
when it is split spurting.

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He wanted to close
the wound with a kiss

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to graft his mouth to
the warm wet tissue.

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He kept about the wound
waiting and deeply

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disturbed his fascination, like
the inside of the wound itself.

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Deep as deep almost
as the life principle.

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The irresistible force of being.

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The force lay there in
the rupture of the flesh

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there at the center
of the wound.

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Had he been God?

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He should himself have
inflicted the wound.

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And he should have
taken the wound gently,

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gently in his
hands and placed it

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among the most brilliant
wild flowers in the meadows

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of the mountains.

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