Thought goes round and round
In so many
Permutations and combinations.
Anguish saw Thought and it
Narcissus-like
Fell in love with his mirror image
Then
There and then.
Immediately.
And
Thus Thought has since borne
The loads of Angst
In human brains and souls
Turning angst and suffering
Into the Beauty that at last
Redeems us humans, all,
All
Deserving.
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