let me tell you about beauty. mere aesthetics ring true for humankind. a weeping willow, a babbling brook, a cool breeze on a hot summer day and starlight, in all its mimicry.
but let me tell you about this new kind of beauty. it stems from the ugliness and rage of mankind; it rises from the ashes of fallen towers, burnt bodies, and billows in the air, curlicues. let me tell you about this new kind of world. it longs to collapse, it strains beneath the weight of our dirt, our grit, our grinding and glean. but let me show you this domain. shatters of broken glass glint beneath a setting sun. the blood of a mangled soldier runs, branchlike, inklike, becoming copper underground, and plumes of lifted dust spread upward from a throbbing Area 54 to a pulsing, blue atmosphere. let me tell you about beauty. it runs deeper than our branches, than our rivers, snakes, and trees. it is the backbone of hypostasis: intangible cartilidge, heavy gleam. like atoms, redispersing, adapting to new change, beauty will find itself anew, regardless of our rage. bronnie _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
