day and night
dark was within
And without was insensate
And there was no discernment
Onyx and Opal
Stark and prismal
One in truth with the surround
And one with Aphrodite and Mars
When Lesser gods fall to the ground
The blind brook no allusions
What more, i, guided by delusions
Run for the summit to shout liberty!
Where voice is buffetted by wind
Knocked down at once, bitterly
This is where hope comes to die
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