To be consumed by something more than beauty,
Holding in one's hand the sense of all,
Innocent of self, of interest pure,
Reaching for a grace that will endure,
The fragments of a light beyond the wall
Yielding truth with neither rage nor pity;
Seized by inner craftsmen, skilled and sure,
In reverent abandon, ruthless awe,
X-ing out the fruits of one's own fancy . . .
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