deconstructing_beauty
misstree loves her decorations i need to
take down all the trinkets
from my recently glorified window,
so that they can be moved across the room.

it hurts me,
to dismantle this thing of beauty,
this intricate shrine,
even though it shall be recrafted,
because it will be different in subtle ways,
a new creation, unique,
an echo of the one
that has me so enamored.

i stall. i stall and stall,
but until i do this one almost-cruel task,
i can progess no more with the rest of
my bedecking and bejewling and draping and festooning,
my room will be in the same unfinished state.

red bull, lend me strength, for i must kill my child.
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the knights who say ni! ni! 030913
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ashmanzhou thou wilst burn the delicate being
that is sitting fragile there
the world turns and bitter words
burn any beauty ever here
the hatred seeded gnaws and bites
a beautiful soule away
makes it dead and hard and cold
and the soule doth hatest its own
innate intrinsic beauty
the soul burns with fire internal
a fire quashed by death alone
and in death a beauty deconstructed
is terrible beauty

beauty without is meaningless juxtaposed
to what soullessness remains within
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Mister Brightside i never try to deconstruct beauty

but that has never stopped beauty, in one form, in one incarnation or another, from deconstructing me.

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