So
direct is my vision, so pure my senses, so clumsily complete my
knowledge, and so free, so clear my fancy, and my learning so consummate
that I see through myself from the extreme edge of the world to my
unspoken word; and from the formless rising thing of desire, along known
fibers and through ordered centers, I follow and am myself, answer
myself, reflect and echo myself, and quiver to infinity in my mirrors – I
am glass.
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