apr 11, 2012
“Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. No, agallop:
deline the mare.
Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for
ever in the black adiaphane. Basta! I will see if I can see.
See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world without end.”
Stephen parses the poetry of his own thoughts, and opens his eyes to see if the the world has persisted. It has.