BEHOLD

Beauty

is as black, polished night

that defies the light of gravity;

is white and weightless,

an omniscient, pebble-silence

defying gravity.

It is colourless and odourless;

as fresh and empty as

deep space-defying gravity;

and livid-rainbow as a rage

that gives the finger to gravity.

Beauty is as tranquil as an unborn’s breathing

knowing only of floating in gravity;

yet can stir dustbowl inner drought with

its rock-uprooting storms hurling gravity…

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Do you know how light Beauty really is,

feel its lift beneath your ribcage,

its searing Damascus shine?

How it’s floodgates to a damned mind

and shock to the flat-lined heart?

Crystal and multi-faceted – yet never clear;

not black and white but is guileless, guiltless

thief of the magpie-eye within us all.

Unique bubble-brightness unanchored by words,

miasma of wings lifting jaded spirits free.