All things being and according to
In the great, incessant silence.
Look there participational, indifferently, –
I do not care - the universe in me.
I feel, and creed, and I know,
Sympathy seer no man deceive.
I am in myself abundantly conclude
All those lights, What you burn.
But most no weakness, nor the power,
Past, future - in me.
All things being and frozen
In the great, constant silence.
I am here at the end of, by epiphany,
I crossed a boundary line.
I'm just waiting for a conditional vision,
To fly off into another void.
17 May 1901
