Today,
I wondered if beauty was possible in this ugly, deafening and hysterically ironic existence of mine,
Slipping of reptilian and enamel encrusted ties,
I seek forgiveness at the altar worshipping everything that stands and signifies hedonism of the human heart,
We seek to be as beautiful as the next impromptu hero of a generation obsessed with physical superiority,
We discard with greater good
Allowances to the next fallen but denial inspired Adonis,
Defines and refined, subliminally cynical of itself,
Ashen wings that are embroidered with a bygone beauty,
Delicate, yet not entirely mellow,
Bright yet not really fading.
Beauty fallen to ashes, yet not truly;
Gravely, I tear but attempt to mirth sincerely.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
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