Beauty Is Itself

Beauty Is Itself

Wily charms of erected façades placate
the dissimulated crowds of unreasonability
waiting to laud falsity to heights unwarranted
within this impossible dream of a life covered
by the exterior preferences of in-fashion style
on runways of adoration's undulated approval
suffering a behind-the-smile monumental cavity
gaping like some wide-mouthed canyon gouged
by the ages and stratified in mortified compliance
to expose itself layer by layer to the explorer
who nonetheless discovers that beauty is itself and
if she would just drop the discombobulated
illusion that imperfection warrants incrimination
by broken confessions of unworthiness
settling instead for the natural effulgence
of an unhindered, unfettered, unleashed
openness beyond the refined conjectures
of all the what-if insinuations that mean nothing
and if she abandoned the imagined complications
of the illusory wisps of invented implications
blowing through her ways-of-the-world-weary heart
she'd come face-to-face with the reflected reality
that true beauty is not a daily-worn artificial barrier
behind which one stockpiles doubts or fears
but an active living principle of natural growth
which is the thing itself which speaks for itself
and which indeed clarifies in its ineffable way
through its own reality that true beauty is itself.


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