Darkness
- 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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