“Wherefore the current of my soul hath broken

The bounds of sensual life,

And I am grown a god, a sinewy token

Of Pan’s most ardent strife;

I am his own; I seem

The shadow of his dream,

As he is spinning thoughts of form and sense

Out of the formless void, stark, cold and dense.”

Victor B. Neuburg
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