Monday, February 06, 2017

Poem

A beautiful skin walks up to a mirror,
 "Mirror, who's the fairest one of them all?"
The mirror looks the skin up,
The mirror looks the skin down, then says
 "Beauty is a wall."

A beautiful soul walks up to an oracle,
 "Oracle, who's the fairest one of them all?"
The oracle looks the soul deeply,
The oracle looks the soul largely, then says
 "Beauty is surface deep."

The deepest walls comprise many surfaces,
Scratch and you'll find more.

Beauty is the same.
Scratch and you'll find more.

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