Beyond the domain of the senses that feel,
Is the cosmic infinity, the jumble of anxiety
And, yond that, is the array of fancy abstraction;
Fear chills anxiety into a whole, frenzied vanity:
And the containing ego is cracked in distraction;
The recharging soul lets loose the floating zeal;
All markings turn into a riotous, confused lot;
Some pseudo-power alerts the slackening move
To gain ground and new dimensions in space;
Within is a torrentous upheaval of the crazy grace,
The wayward ego, and the conscience to reprove
The alien prompts of hazard and wild fancy grot...
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