Where am I

Where am I today? The dangers, all, with their appliance, hickishly gamey, pitchfork-high the heavensfallow hoisted, the losses, chalkmouthed—you upright mouths, you tables!— in the disangled town, harnessed to glimmerhackneys, —goldtrace, counterheaved goldtrace!—, the bridges, overjoyed by the stream, love, up there in the branch, niggling at the coming-escaping the Great Light elevated to a spark, on the right of the rings and all gain.