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Obvious to anyone who observed their afternoons together,

these long-haired adolescent boys---all of them barefoot,

most of them  naked---loved each other; erect, upright,

tumescent.  The way they looked at each other and the

frolic they shared on that shore declared the way---

despite old prudes' inhibitions and self-righteous thugs'

assaults---their natures needed to love each other.  Their

natures---that is, their souls---revealed this to

them: this is the course and process of Love among them, a

Fraternity of the Love of which Vergil wrote.  No

vanguard revolutionary party has directed them to this, Ilyich,

with the muzzles of rifles, the blades of knives and the 

barrels of calvary canon fired upon opponents by your Red Partisans.

I cannot even describe the beauty of their e'lations that

released the glistening strings of their sweetstuff ("countless

tadpole galaxies") onto the pristine sand, or into the blue water.

Starward-Led