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Oh my God. Oh my God, I am SPEECHLESS. This is amazing. This is just... just... fuck me, this is perfect. I wish I could quote the whole thing back at you, because the entire thing is just perfect, that mix of Ray and the Poet and Ray Who Stumbles Over Life, and just. Wow. Oh my God. I will quote you my favorite line, if I can find it now, because it might have gotten lost in the shuffle of all the amazing lines that came after it.

And time for honest work and days with hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions
Before I choke down pemmican and tea.

I think this is my favorite passage, but there were so many more.

Partner the Mountie, the freak (but my freak),
Differential, glad to be of use,
Polite, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of lots of words, but a bit obtuse;
At times, you know, almost ridiculous--
Almost, at times, a fool.

And wow, how perfect is that?

But it's like
It would've been worthwhile
If he, fluffing a pillow or folding a sheet,
And turning to the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."

Perfect. Just perfect.

This is RAY, in all his confused, obtuse, amazing glory. Fuck me, but I'm speechless. You really turned this into something entirely your own. Awesome. Just awesome.

*sigh*