The Stepwise Palace - a FSVO sequence
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Figure C1 NEBEL

Westward from that shore, we see a wall
Frozen but indistinct, as if a cloud
Were still and square: through a ghostly hall
We enter, footsteps muffled by the shroud
Of the strange pavement, for nothing loud
Can enter this blue chamber, builded well,
Each brick is an infinitesimal crowd
Of tiny atomies, an ÆRO-GEL,
A smoke made solid, that no wind can e’er dispel.