Sight penetrates the ore of mind
That lurks within the spatial glare,
Forged by mental hands:
Makes our images to bless
And icons of destructiveness.

While thoughts omnipotent employ
Their routes intrusive on the sky
Then boomerang, beset,
Things inwrought with a sober view,
With measured flux, perhaps renew

Make plain the contemplative pause
That substances, so concrete, lend
The looking out on mind;
Till smother of the will to mend
Till pillow-heap discloses end.
 
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