“And I,
infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry void,
likeness, image of mystery,
I felt myself a pure part of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.”
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infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry void,
likeness, image of mystery,
I felt myself a pure part of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.”
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Pablo Neruda (via crookedindifference)
Does anyone else see the Doctor in this poem?