FROM THIS PRECIPICE IT'S
NO LONGER EARTHLY
Once these hills fog over, all else is
loss. Elephant slumber wouldn't carry
one through. The river is sound with
its music running down; some trickle
like gooseberries over the rocks.
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I can see only as far as I can be.
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The clear light is like an elixir : the deaf
again can hear. The blind again can see.
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