And distance were unmade. No seam of light
Showed through. It was a world not made for seeing,
One pure, one undivided sense of being.
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Through darkness smooth as amber, warily, slowly
He moved. The floor was soft beneath his feet.
A cool smell that was holy and unholy,
Sharp like the very spring and roughly sweet
Blew towards him: and he felt his fingers meet
Broad leaves and wiry stems that at his will