The Beauty Curse

The Beauty Curse


It hovers there
grasped by our senses shallow
and swallowed deep percieved
with dangers lurking sweet serene
beyond all we know we can hold
Vortex Spinning Gravity
no safe harbor home
havens all seem to slip in time
to own is to lie
no permanence to hold
no endeavor so foolish
so bold
a path towards fulfilled Desire
Imperial Fantasy
Eternally Fated Misery