The poet is done seeing by a length, seeing from an immense and reasoned, disordered state in all directions. Through all forms of love, suffering, madness, he seeks himself; he exhausts in him all the poisons, to keep only quintessences of them to dispel dark forces of unutterable torture when he needs all the faith, all the superhuman force; when It becomes between the All, the large cursed criminal, the miserable one, and the supreme Savant! - Because he arrives at the unknown! - Since he cultivated his heart, already rich, more than any, he arrives at the unknown; and when, thrown into a panic, he would end, losing the intelligence of visions, yet he sees! That, ambiguously, he crêves in bondissement, by the amazing and unnamable things, he will distance from other worldly beings, starting with the horizons where the others have subsided!
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