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THE space of the world is immense, before me and / around me; / If I turn quickly, I am terrified, feeling space / surround me; / Like a man in a boat on very clear, deep water, / space frightens and confounds me.
I see myself isolated in the universe, and wonder / What effect I can have. My hands wave under / The heavens like specks of dust that are floating / asunder.
I hold myself up, and feel a big wind blowing / Me like a gadfly into the dusk, without my know- / ing / Whither or why or even how I am going.
So much there is outside me, so infinitely / Small am I, what matter if minutely / I beat my way, to be lost immediately?
How shall I flatter myself that I can do / Anything in such immensity? I am too / Little to count in the wind that drifts me through.
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