Beauty in the hollow places
wise and weary
timeworn faces
Echoing with voices cast
lovelorn souls with
questions vast
Pillars we from turning round
looking back on
blackened ground
Beauty in the toughest races
beaten paths and
fruitless chases
Tripping, stumbling, ever last
still we rise and
stagger past
Sometimes lost but always found
in the fury
in the sound
Beauty in the gaping spaces
lunatics and
hopeless cases
Grains of sand all falling fast
heaps of crystals
all amassed
Treasures and debris abound
with the mixture
we are crowned
Beauty in what time erases
finding peace
in endless graces
Lying down no more harassed
by musts and shoulds
demanded, asked
Soul-ship finally run aground
resigned, refined,
at last unbound.
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