From blank to blank
A threadless way
I pushed mechanic feet,
To stop or perish
Or advance—
Alike indifferent
If end I gained,
If ends beyond
Indefinite disclosed,
I shut my eyes and
Groped as well,
‘Twas lighter to be blind.
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