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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
PortionsThe world that waits for me at the top of the stairsis one of supreme quiet, and invitation_To a pensive time of varying mood, Strange and fanciful thought, And ideas that burst like bright, Exciting colors, over the furniture and appointments, These alongside shadows, deep and grey_This is the world of my most real self, One of which I yearn, in paradoxical stances: To escape, and to return-For knowing one's self must be done in portions, Else the whole of it would crumble, In the terrible and marvelous scrutiny, As a castle, Fashioned, Of humble sand.To be intimate with one's self is a brave and worthy task, Superseding that with any other.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
PortionsThe world that waits for me at the top of the stairsis one of supreme quiet, and invitation_To a pensive time of varying mood, Strange and fanciful thought, And ideas that burst like bright, Exciting colors, over the furniture and appointments, These alongside shadows, deep and grey_This is the world of my most real self, One of which I yearn, in paradoxical stances: To escape, and to return-For knowing one's self must be done in portions, Else the whole of it would crumble, In the terrible and marvelous scrutiny, As a castle, Fashioned, Of humble sand.To be intimate with one's self is a brave and worthy task, Superseding that with any other.