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His loveliness owns

His loveliness owns
     a hundred thousand faces;
gaze upon a different fair one
     in every atom;
for He needs must show
     to every separate mote
a different aspect
     of His Beauty.
“One” is the fountainhead
     of all numbers:
each split second wells up
     a new perplexity.

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