The oeuvre of beauty
Glows lightly
To find fault in the darkness,
To seek out its entrails and there blaspheme pure miracle.
.
Find a way,
Then,
To respect yourself,
Because that is the only way,
Even
.
As it seems antithetical,
These little glowing pantomimes everywhere
Seeming to exude such poignance,
Bless even them
With atavistic intrepidness,
Because that is you.