nothing is not beautiful

. we were born without a mind
eyes and senses refract reflect impressions and we were keenly aware — still are
we can hear the music of you and we and everything
architecture unsublime raw unrefined collapsing inward from original hit 
that's the spot the blossoming pain the topknot's trembling shattered refrain
the broken bit the weak point in the casing of our brain
.
beauty is all of certainty — love our only feel —
our paradox invisible, defined by our dissent
light's the matter of we and us and mass is how we feel
love distant, giant, growing large as we ourself consume
feeding on our self torment and nourished by our doom
.
resolution fails as great things grow but threadlike harmony amplifies
amber laser monofilament and c between two orbs
we see in dark relief it all — the alternative to life is nothing
.