And I can step out
And maybe not step back in again.
Reality.
The mocking.
I see it again.
But longer in to grief...
I know beauty too,
Calling out
The beauty is no trying to mock
It is the only thing
Of sure goodness
And the only reflection we have
Of eternity
Of a beautiful dawn
The only comfort
Even if by juxtaposition
In the harsh
Everchanging world
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