linear legacies

when we encounter beauty our reaction is to dissect. 
a delicate flower, taken home for examination under the microscope
becomes pixelated, withers and fades - unable to radiate wonder.

we study only one source of beauty, ignore the others.
parallel narratives or counterintuitive paradoxes, 
eschewed.

​parolee // grieving father in the park.
thief // young artist on the forest path.
one to avoid // town's pride.

landscapes of life shape us,
virtues from each moment cling / alongside / blemishes,
negativity tarnishes under layers. 
one side // only

when we encounter disgust our immediate reaction is avoidance,
a corroded vase remains scuffed, smudged and useless.
we do not shine the surface, explore hidden realms beyond the grime.

beauty must die
as ugly lives on, untouched.

is this our legacy?

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