Beauty; Or a poetic preface to a Theory of Aesthetic Trauma

Hopefully he hides
as she hides too—parted by the longest of halls

Ever expectant in the dark
they wait—wondering what and if the other will do

Still and aching there
in the dark—alone and yet joined by the holiest of halls

So mortally wounded
by the other that hides—him her and neither will do

Yet tragically haunted
they hide where they do—

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