Standard of Beauty

I am learning how to cry alone better.

Growing a capacity to be moved by life.

Spirited cells, bones, limbs.

Flight of soulful desperation.

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Circular revelations as sound breaks the barriers between hearts.

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Lightning a compelling standard of beauty.

Natural occurring charges releasing flashes brilliant.

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Organicity of seeing through lenses that have the potential to perceive gold.

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Lips that speak love and harmony and lashes that simultaneously flirt with the inevitable chaos.

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Directions of medicine guarding the exquisiteness of all that’s real.

What’s real?

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Terrain of mountain, high and low, desert, forests – tropical, temperate, boreal.

Curves of differing topography all to be explored.

All born from the same cosmic aliveness.

Bodies of water of this Earth we are.

Wet and wondrous we are.

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Striking, vivid, painted, subtle, efforted expressions.

All charms allure when becoming from the pure creative force that is all things sexy.

Beautiful passings of time sensing delicacies of person(s), place (s), or thing(s)- from the tiniest atom to the collective formation of matter.