Have
been arrested in the process
Of
munition : every growth coming
To
propagate growth in a sequential
Catalogue
of possible forms so
The
totality of all its manifestations
Should
transcend the observer,
Attaining
that omniprescence of
Any
complacent prospect that wills
Itself
extended beyond all made
Boundaries
: being, as it was, a reef
Upon
the air that heaved as if
Assuring of
supraplein abundance.
The sense
of the sublime is
As a light
that runs its cable deep
Into the
heart of our being,
I disclosed
to myself in silence,
As the
train passed in state
Through
dusty crepuscular rays
That fell
from flaws in the vault
Of the
canopy. I will take that
Light to me
as I would any other.
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