live to tell
live to tell
live for what it’s worth
to provide the wastrel’s tale
to those that seek
for Beauty. for Truth
of each, I have found
much that I deemed genuine
but it is all Shit
if Truth, Beauty exist
they have a solitary frame
that rarely two orĀ more can share
there is so much Ugliness
there is so much Falsehood in the World
parading as Beauty and Truth
look at the blade of grass
on a frosty March morning
and ponder the Mandelbrot of Crystals
beckoning you to infinities
that are beyond your ken
the simple miracle of a can of beans
that a stranger working in a factory
put on your shelf
our only Hope
if we,
when we,
find the Beauty
when we,
find the Truth
it is, for a moment,
as all suffering is naught