Beauty
Is
A
Word
As well as a point of view
After alleviating and excavating the ruins
I found
7 orange bottle caps
arranged on a porcelain mattress
by a seemingly untainted hand
clutching heart shaped soda cans on a single
grain of time’s sand
bewildered by the spontaneous perfection
I grasped my withdrawn confidence… looked
directly to my minds eye and told her of my plans
Beauty
Is
A
Word
As well as a point a view
After unearthing the morals
I crosschecked my references… placed two cracked
fingers on my heart
And
Looked myself directly in my broken conscience
While muttering the words,
“all good is green”
“all green is good”
“life can be unknown”
“but never knowing the known”
“is where it all goes wrong”
Beauty
Is
A
Word
As well as a point of view
A frozen riverbed
Consisting of nothing more than rusty nails and
oil cans
A solitary figure
On a raft made of fortunes,
Stands taller than the sunshine,
Wears rags made of riches,
And
Drifts
away from memory
Into the fog filled future
Beauty
Is
A
Word
…
As well as a point of view
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