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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? :: written: August 30, 2014 Comments are closed.
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1769 Saturday Covearchives
{1769 Saturday Cove}
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