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"I own thy speechless, placeless power; said I not so?
Nor was it wrung from me; nor do I now drop these links.
Thou canst blind; but I can then grope. Thou canst consume;
but I can then be ashes. Take the homage of these poor eyes,
and shutter-hands. I would not take it. The lightning
flashes through my skull; mine eyeballs ache and ache;
my whole beaten brain seems as beheaded, and rolling on some
stunning ground. Oh, oh! Yet blindfold, yet will I talk to thee.
Light though thou be, thou leapest out of darkness;
but I am darkness leaping out of light, leaping out of thee!
The javelins cease; open eyes; see, or not? There burn the flames!
Oh, thou magnanimous! now do I do glory in my genealogy.
But thou art but my fiery father; my sweet mother, I know not.
Oh, cruel! what hast thou done with her? There lies my puzzle;
but thine is greater. Thou knowest not how came ye,
hence callest thyself unbegotten; certainly knowest not
thy beginning, hence callest thyself unbegun. I know that of me,
which thou knowest not of thyself, oh, thou omnipotent.
There is some unsuffusing thing beyond thee, thou clear spirit,
to whom all thy eternity is but time, all thy creativeness mechanical.
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