Poetry
On Beauty
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Beauty lies
Where ugliness seems plain
In the divisions of an afternoon
Hard yellow, gold, and blue
In the lines of old-woman faces
In all the old imaginary places
How it hides
From those who try to catch it!
Monday's children, mirror flowers
Fonder drawn by passing hours
Seduced by shard slivers in time
Nanosecond's silver facet shine
No one knows
The world does not recall
The sadness of disfigured faces
Because beauty lies
Automatons run stupid races
Against time, security, each other
Each star fighting to eclipse another
I'll see beauty
For real one day
Unbearable as it is now to see
Should it become clear to me
Let beauty for now remain behind
To return like death in kind.