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My close-walled soul has never known
That innermost darkness, dazzling sight, Like the blind point, whence the visions spring In the core of the gazer's chrysolite… The mystic darkness that laps God's throne In a splendour beyond imagining, So passing bright. But the many twisted darknesses That range the city to and fro, In aimless subtlety pass and part And ebb and glutinously flow; Darkness of lust and avarice, Of the crippled body and the crooked heart… These darknesses I know.
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