| Have you beheld the fevers?
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| This is the collapse of the mind which has
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| In the cloudy silence of the heart
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| Proceeded to the lost depths of things
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| To the opacity of the night
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| In which the absence of visions
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| Becomes the culminating point of glance
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| God, as in a ray of darkness, in clarity and fullness
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| Nihil videt et omnia videt
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| Toi, Homme en devenir, n’as-tu plus d’autels que sépulcres infects?
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| It is with fervour that we shall contemplate
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| These frightful fields, shining and serene
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| During the feverish slumber and put everything at risk
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| Losing an opaque gamble prepared with deadly art
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| Lavish with its unshriving charms
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| Smiling with pale blue teeth
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| Lit for a brief moment by a frozen sunbeam
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| Merely an instant before the endless fall
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| Have you beheld the fevers? |