Inconsistent Beauties

Reflecting on the complexities of my own frail nature
The desire for good will manufactured by self-preservation
I am good
Because I am bad
Because I am good

Offering simple solutions
To our intricate questions
Are they the right questions?
Is that the right question?

Project: Integrity.
Let’s make a day of it
Dissipating with today’s sunset
Will it rise again?

Created to create, we create destruction
All in the name of the one we destroyed

Romanticizing doubt, we find comfort in certainty
The poor man is poor, and the rich rich
I can’t tell which man is which

Oh God, are You within reach?
I’ve stretched out my hand into Your fog of aesthetics
It’s been there awhile
And my arm is getting tired..

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