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===== Stanza 3 =====

: Pouring over the poorest
: Of my most porous mountains
: Brittle, intact, attacked with such malice
: Cringe at the facts that lack any true value

Analysis:
This stanza extends the metaphor of the “dark fountains.” The liquid imagery continues — what’s being “poured” seeps through “porous mountains,” a metaphor for the fragile structures of the self. The internal landscape is “brittle, intact,” suggesting a paradox: the speaker is barely holding together, attacked but unbroken.

“Cringe at the facts that lack any true value” points to existential disgust or disillusionment — a recoil from superficial truths or shallow meaning. There’s almost a philosophical undertone here, reminiscent of nihilism or burnout from over-intellectualizing pain.

Themes evolving:
* Fragility and endurance of the self
* The futility of reason or “facts” in emotional suffering
* Inner corrosion