Thou Beauty Does Not Depart

I do not think
Beauty goes anywhere.
It is not underground or 
Sleeping under night.
It does not quail in fear.
Beauty is halted by perspective.
That is to say, the paralysis of the human
race. 
Our inhumanness betrayed by the fault in our 
eyes, the dried colors stuck in the retina
so that back and forth the same painting dies
and the things that we love grow no differently.

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