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           Youcan’tinsureagainstthefuture,exceptbyreallybelievinginthebestbitofyou,andinthepowerbeyondit.SoIbelieveinthelittleflamebetweenus.Formenow,it’stheonlythingintheworld.I’vegotnofriends,notinwardfriends.Onlyyou.AndnowthelittleflameisallIcareaboutinmylife.There’sthebaby,butthatisasideissue.It’smyPentecost,theforkedflamebetweenmeandyou.TheoldPentecostisn’tquiteright.MeandGodisabituppish,somehow.Butthelittleforkedflamebetweenmeandyou:thereyouare!That’swhatIabideby,andwillabideby,CliffordsandBerthas,collierycompaniesandgovernmentsandthemoney-massofpeopleallnotwithstanding.

           That’swhyIdon’tliketostartthinkingaboutyouactually.Itonlytorturesme,anddoesyounogood.Idon’twantyoutobeawayfromme.ButifIstartfrettingitwastessomething.Patience,alwayspatience.Thisismyfortiethwinter.AndIcan’thelpallthewintersthathavebeen.ButthiswinterI’llsticktomylittlePentecostflame,andhavesomepeace.AndIwon’tletthebreathofpeopleblowitout.Ibelieveinahighermystery,thatdoesn’tleteventhecrocusbeblownout.Andifyou’reinScotlandandI’mintheMidlands,andIcan’tputmyarmsroundyou,andwrapmylegsroundyou,yetI’vegotsomethingofyou.MysoulsoftlyflapsinthelittlePentecostflamewithyou,likethepeaceoffucking.Wefuckedaflameintobeing.Eventheflowersarefuckedintobeingbetweenthesunandtheearth.Butit’sadelicatething,andtakespatienceandthelongpause.