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My hand will not hurt


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  [begin leaf 1 recto] 7 196 My touch hand will not hurt what it holds, and  
  yet will devour it,
That It must remain whole perfect before ^me though I  
  enclose and divide it.
Only one minute, only two or three passing bulging sheathed touches, Yet they gather all of me and my spirit into  
  a knot,
They hold us so long enough ^there, to show us what  
  life we can be,—
And that my ^senses and our flesh, and even a part of my our flesh,  
  is ^seems more than my ^all my our senses and life.—
What has become of my senses? One A tTouch of a tag of me tassel, has unhaltered jolted down  
  all of them but feeling;
That He pleases the rest so, they have given 
  up to it, in submission,
They are all emulous to swap off for what 
  it can do to them.
Every one must be a touch, ^would swap off and go with him, Or else she will abdicate, and nibble at the 
  edges end of [illegible] him.—edges of me.—
  [begin leaf 1 verso]
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