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  1. He himself must be the key, now, to the next door, the next terrors of freedom and joy.
  2. Not for one second will my self hold still, but wanders anywhere, everywhere it can turn. Not you, it is I am absent.
  3. And not till he saw the angel had left him, alone and free to resume the ecstatic, dangerous, wearisome roads of what he had still to do, n…
  4. You are the stream, the fish, the light, the pulsing shadow. You the unchanging presence, in whom all moves and changes. How can I focus my…
  5. Delivered out of raw continual pain, smell of darkness, groans of those others to whom he was chained - unchained, and led past the sleeper…
  6. Down through the tomb's inward arch He has shouldered out into Limbo to gather them, dazed, from dreamless slumber...
  7. I am tired of 'the fine art of unhappiness'.
  8. Didmas, neighbor in death, Golgotha dust still streaked on the dried sweat of his body no one had washed and anointed, is here, for sequenc…

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