Complex Beauty
Pale blue liquid captured in an orb
surrounded by milky colored living fabric
framed by long streams of blond silk.
Tiny pink rose petals  
outline shiny pearls
bordering a red cave.
Two pillars stand on crumbling surfaces carrying the necessities of life.
Various vessels attach to a clock ticking towards the unknowable end.
Hot maroon velvet circulates throughout the majestic system.
The source of all knowledge spreads its roots controlling the
organs as their symphony echos throughout the warm establishment.
The beauty of complexity casts itself through shining sapphire spheres.
The wet smoothness of the living fabric sends the fluttering
of butterfly wings into the one who has touched it.
The shimmering of the silk illuminated under the sun
burns a hole into the pit of that one.
Gasping for relief from the aggressive attraction.
Breathing in heavily to grasp the rawness of emotions.
    A sudden stop.                                    Fear takes over.
The clock stops.                                     The flow stops. 
The roots die.                                           The system defective.                                                    Wai­ting
   to be                                                                    mended.