There's much to be said for beauty
When the world seems to disagree
What is beautiful today
Is disgusting tomorrow
What is beautiful tomorrow
Is sickly today
Beauty trapped the canvas
This portrait of my mind
The likened sense
Of quickening tongues
Drawing out sonnets of my flesh
The world turns slowly
Processes of stupidity crawl
My heart slams on the brakes
Depreciation values soar
On wings of opinion
Turn. Adjust. Lower your standards.
Aesthetics has a fine nimble brush
Slender and sensuous
Painting it's glorious streaks ever lower
Ever lower...
Tragedy strikes lazy minds
When odes to perfection
Are never sought
© 2007 Josh Winter
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