Beauty is lost in
the cascade of pastel, in
the twist of frame, in
the disappearance
reappearance
disappearance
reappearance
of light.
Beauty is marred by
the flux of brilliance, by
the drone of beads, by
the distance
closeness
distance
closeness
of glass.
But
what
does
beauty
matter
anyway?
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