William Blake,
The Book of Los
“ Fell asunder; and horrible vacuum Beneath him & on all sides round. 5: Falling, falling! Los fell & fell Sunk precipitant heavy down down Times on times, night on night, day on day Truth has bounds. ”
William Blake,
The Book of Los
“ And contemplative thoughts first arose Then aloft his head rear’d in the Abyss And his downward-borne fall. Chang’d oblique 7: Many ages of groans: till there grew Branchy forms. organizing the Human Into finite inflexible organs. ”
