Beauty haunts me with a twist
predilections defying grace
one embraced in the whole
the other sorted to impress
I'll speak to each in their turn
former being all loveliness
latter being less that this
in words that are oblique.

First the former, eros plain
holy land across the void
with the gap that I'll not cross
limitations are preset
all the curves delight my mind
each is splendid on its own
the vessel asks for no decrees
as if perfection blooms within.

The latter is the prison
one in which I am trapped
for too many years contrived
to live out life's falsehood
I'll thank the warden for comfort
vast reward in social gains
then anger spawns all too hot
seeing lack in opposite.

Perhaps that's why I resent
what I see in mirror's face
enemy seen more than friend
an inverse to wakened dreams
loveliness as the hint
pointer to the path I'd take
if the world could reverse
bring me the beauty I desire.

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