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192 from The Love Book How strange for strangeness to appear at the door and ask to be let in. Strangeness, you wear a funny garb. Now why didn’t I see that coming? Manly efforts to jam their way down the hall notwithstanding, pinwheels lay thruttling against its chest. “Wheelwire, wheelwire,” said the poor frenzied rabid. A rabbit! with ears as clean as plum. Clean as a diary. Clean as nothing ever comes. Phenomenon trucking its way into ghost. Ghost says, “Knock one, knock two. Knock like a heart ooo ooo ooo.” My love My love wages a nuclear battle all by herself. My love My love wages a nuclear battle, pants on fire. She squats in radiation dripping with calumny. Hose by hose we spend on milk and spinach. How can spirit condemn anything but light but a lighted match? Phytons stick together into a new fungus. A spirit grows fiery, weirdly proximal: A spirit with millions of eyes stuck to it, advancing on the sages that had come to dispense advice = = > Advice knocking its head against a cage. Rattling. RatTling. RaTtliNg. RattLing a chain-like made in heaven. And then My love My love inspects herself in a mirror. She twirly-twirls. THERE IS A BACKSTORY When Sameshape & Othershape slept together, they made a baby cranked by grandmothers in fondness My love My love. Every baby was at one time or the other My love My love. My love My love grew up with a pet haunting. My love My love was a stringy little baby, all moustache, but a threaded cor- ner of the rag she was folded in came to peel itself off, indul- gently. It came to peel her body every time she turned. She was electric, unearthly. No-thing but spirit, water, air, light streaming out of wounds. Her light stood that way. Her light pushed through her feet through the ground, turning her turn- ing her immobile. Her foster parents it was that asked the light to let her stand in this world. And thus the adventures of My love My love in this world “which is very nearly fake, given a

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