glance that cannot be denied.
No words can suppress or expose.
It is an internal gut clenching nausea
for a cast of light caught perfectly put
to glint down on this mundane reality.
I find glimpses of beauty merely make it fester.
Bare beauty unattainable shattering
each hopeful preconception.
And I would like to pen this posture,
this grasping, awkward pose
each is forced to precariously balance,
this one leg gravity shaking stance.
But I cannot give credit to the odious
inelegance we each must endure.
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