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						Carnal Knowledge by Rebecca Elson 
						
						Having picked the final datum From the universe And fixed it in its column, Named the causes of infinity, Performed the calculus Of the imaginary i, it seems   The body aches To come too, To the light, Transmit the grace of gravity, Express in its own algebra The symmetries of awe and fear, The shudder up the spine, The knowing passing like a cool wind That leaves the nape hairs leaping.						 
						
						
						
						
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