Sublime


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And is it foolish to look for beauty in every day ?

 

I ask from life nothing more than that it attempt the aesthetic

 

If I cannot lift my gaze to the sky and be pleased

 

What role in the play of beauty does that accord me?!

 

 

It is quite a folly to say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder

 

The most sublime sight is in the hands of mother nature

 

If there be a human being to lay its gaze on it or not

 

Is insubstantial, ethereal as that blink we call life

 

 

Everyone knows that one can see and yet be blind

 

That in the land of the blind, he with the stick can bonk everyone

 

No, beauty is born not from sight but the womb of eternity

 

And such glimpses as we may catch, today or tomorrow

 

Must suffice us blind, violent treasure hunters for a crooked smile

 

 

 

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About tmabona

writer, reader [bolano, DW, bellow, deLillo], runner, badmintoneer
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