There is nothing sweeter
than true beauty.
Feeling is secondary
to what it knows,
as its beholder unfolds,
cut to bare fascia,
unable to shed further.
Many straight lines
find curve in the horizon
because they are told
what it means.
There is nothing sweeter
than true beauty.
Feeling is secondary
to what it knows,
as its beholder unfolds,
cut to bare fascia,
unable to shed further.
Many straight lines
find curve in the horizon
because they are told
what it means.