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autumn : d. garcia-wahl

l a s t   w o r d s   o n   b e a u t y

d.  g a r c i a - w a h l

Beauty. Dare I again speak of beauty?
Of such a beauty which does tattoo eyes
and is of such cherish that purity
is never less than the whole of the heart.
Birthed and born about as a symphony.
A sacrament possessed without burden.
this beauty trembling for a higher art
needs not bridge from veiling to unveiling.
The sweet finality of surrender
constitutes clarity. But to speak of
such beauty is the difference between
dreaming and drowning when one is awake.
For you are of a beauty I cannot
word. Just as there is no average sun.



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