Beauty (Revisited)


There is an infinite beauty in living

Breathing and listening

To the rhythm of the earth


Artists merely tap into this haunting melody

And make vacuous shadows of the real

Beat that echoes


And heats the blood of men and women

And sounds through the dreams of kings

The symphony


Of a sunset, the staccato beat of the heart

As the body warms from a kiss

The music that roars


Soundlessly through the universe

The scale the world revolves in

With moans


Of the seasons, typhoons and dust bowls

Of the worlds pain and joy

The rumbles


Of a stampeding group of elephants

Charging the nearby store for bargain prices

And the percussion


Of the incessant tapping in class as the teachers

Drone on endlessly, the rhythm monotonous and

Overbearingly slow


Like the heartbeat of a great whale as it groans

Its sad song to the world, the sound vibrating through

The ocean wide, sonorous


The cry of a parent that outlived their child

Wild and aching, a piercing pain, sharper than the

Shriek of


Of pain as a tooth is uprooted and tossed


In it all.

There is beauty.



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