Not order, not measure, but the wild and subtle arguments
Of wistful minds, impossible explorers,
Whose geometry is unorthodox, whose theses
Are exotic, esoteric, prone to the vast diverse panorama....
The soul’s academy drives them to plutonic dialogues,
Theologians of their own imagined deaths,
Wagering all they are on salvation, in an age
Of exile and destruction, divided against itself.
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