Don't hug me gently. You might
crush me into a diamond, you might
squeeze out the red-hot blood and breath and anger
that keep me whole and combustible, and
I can't take that turbulent silence, not now.
I can open my mouth and the floodgates to sing about the in- or the
-Justices of the world, and I can
feel at one with a body of three-thousand; I
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