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To lick the greasy sweat of sweet desire Not to lick incandescent water. Snows of fire. Dark escapades of light. I have not seen Lynn in over a year Martin had to get away from the nihilist possibilities of kissing not kissing. Once at home at his cottage on a beach in New Hampshire Martin tried to clear his mind of all thoughts. Then one morning on Labor Day Weekend he awoke to find black and white squad cars flashing outside like brand new ideas. Policemen were outside with their electrically reproduced voices painted visibly on the summer air Bullhorns gray plastic A warning AN 8O-FOOT WAVE HAS BEEN SIGHTED TWO MILES EAST OF BOONE ISLAND BY A COAST GUARD CUTTER - EVACUATE THE BEACH - LESS THAN FIVE MTNUTES REMATN - THS rS NOT repeat as necessary - CWS A DRILL People began running out of the water like in Jows l and as they brushed past Martin he heard the bits and pieces of absurd information that started to congeal and finally hemorrhage in his imagination.