Terrible Beauty
Mister Smugly C. Confident lies in his bed.
He's thinking his thinking is All in his
head.
With terrible beauty the mind’s eye can see
Comes Allah, blotting memory, meaning, and
“me”.
Blotting meaning from “me”, like a match on
the sun;
One is all endlessly, one is All, All is
one.
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