metaphorformetaphor:

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

Pablo Neruda, from “Poetry,” Neruda: Selected Poems (Houghton Mifflin, 1990)

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