Beauty

Beauty was once what my I’s could behold
one dimension desires
it was a broken matchstick
Not the fire, not the flame
I now embrace
beyond sight, I see

Beauty was once, just for me
a thing to achieve
it was a hand full of holding
not this free fingers playing with the wind
now truly touching.

Beauty was once, many things
and now, as I sit, I don’t claim to know her
now beauty
beauty is trust, and I beautifully trust
beauty is

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