corporal beauty is impractical and
unfeasible: though it attracts, it
also repels and subtracts: it’s the
trap to the trapper.
it spins and swings our slacking
slant of self, echoing the strapping
sounds of our ego: when we see
beauty, we see self (i.e. the
craving for self)
ultimately, it serves solely
one master: the spell and stretch
of time: visibly, beauty sags
sooner than time itself.
stand or stride on beauty and you
shall shake and wobble,
eventually.