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Guarding
By Fortuita

I touch you in the night, whose gift was you,
My careless sprawler,
And I touch you cold, unstirring, star bemused,
That have become the land of your self-strangeness.
What long seduction of the bone has led you
Down the imploring roads I cannot take
Into the arms of ghosts I never knew,
	From The Silence of the Night, Stanley Kunitz

Hospital duty. It's time to return you again. You've stuck your nose 
in, and been rebuffed. Your proof taken, your body violated, and your 
need, curiosity, as always, turned away.
  Gently, more gently than another, I shift you, cradle you in my 
arms.
  I wonder why you continue, Mulder, what you hope to find. I know you 
will never by satisfied, or justified.
  I gather you up, my own, if only for the interval between your 
discovery and your return. This time, these minutes, are my comfort. I 
know you are safe here. As safe as you can be.
  I'd laugh, if it weren't you. If I didn't care so much, it would be 
funny. Unconscious, in the arms of a killer, you're safe. I'd laugh, 
if I didn't think I would cry. 
  Take you, set you back upon that lonely path. 
  Into the welcoming arms of your partner, as she discourages, 
dissuades. SHE gives me hope for him, a little. 
  Goodbye. Until next time.

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