In a horrible, dreamful slumber,

Like the linked infernal chain,

A vast Spine writh’d in torment

Upon the winds, shooting pain’d

Ribs, like a bending cavern;

And bones of solidness froze

Over all his nerves of joy.

And a first Age passed over,

And a state of dismal woe

https://borg-works.com/2015/06/09/urizen-after-william-blakes-story-of-urizen/
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