SPIN, I spin, around, around, |
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And close my eyes, |
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And let the bile arise |
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From the sacred region of the soul’s Profound; |
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Then gaze upon the world; how strange! how new! |
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The earth and heaven are one, |
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The horizon-line is gone, |
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The sky how green! the land how fair and blue! |
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Perplexing items fade from my large view, |
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And thought which vexed me with its false and true |
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Is swallowed up in Intuition; this, |
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This is the sole true mode |
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Of reaching God, |
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And gaining the universal synthesis |
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Which makes All—One; while fools with peering eyes |
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Dissect, divide, and vainly analyse. |
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So round, and round, and round again! |
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How the whole globe swells within my brain, |
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The stars inside my lids appear, |
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The murmur of the spheres I hear |
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Throbbing and beating in each ear; |
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Right in my navel I can feel |
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The centre of the world’s great wheel. |
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Ah peace divine, bliss dear and deep, |
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No stay, no stop, |
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Like any top |
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Whirling with swiftest speed, I sleep. |
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O ye devout ones round me coming, |
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Listen! I think that I am humming; |
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No utterance of the servile mind |
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With poor chop-logic rules agreeing |
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Here shall ye find, |
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But inarticulate burr of man’s unsundered being. |
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Ah, could we but devise some plan, |
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Some patent jack by which a man |
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Might hold himself ever in harmony |
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With the great whole, and spin perpetually, |
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As all things spin |
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Without, within, |
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As Time spins off into Eternity, |
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And Space into the inane Immensity, |
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And the Finite into God’s Infinity, |
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Spin, spin, spin, spin. |
September 14, 2018 at 8:50 pm
Clearly an anticipation of ‘spin foam’ as a speculative theory of spacetime!
September 17, 2018 at 2:06 pm
I’m surprised you don’t have a pingback to an older post on a similar topic.
September 17, 2018 at 2:23 pm
https://telescoper.wordpress.com/2016/10/25/you-spin-me-right-round/