"The most exquisite face wrinkles and droops with age
Roses too must wither, mocking man's desire for any eternal beauty in materiality
Death will destroy the buds of youth, Cataclysms will demolish the grandeurs of this earth
But nothing can destroy the splendor of the astral cosmos"

Many forms, but crystalline perfection;
Mystics pine, on the meaning of raging storms;
In lieu of real connection. We can
Appreciate the beauty that is laid before.
Before our time, and we veer
Without axis, & detached from direction.

i am drowning in your many waters
sea and sky reversed
like an inside-out TV
looking up into the depths of your you-ness
i want to be deeper
i want to go deeper
i want to know deeper
i want to we deeper
i want to wear your body like a self
and look at me
which is you
the mirror is the door

The lid of a stained glass bottle,
leaves a burning sensation in my palm.
What was I hoping for?
Surely, this message will wrinkle-
my painful words silently drifting away.
And all that'd be left was my starving soul,
craving to be found someday.

I smile
nose crinkled
skin wrinkle
make my eyes
and teeth
twinkle.

You call me
beautiful but you
don't see
me

what you call
beautiful
is your own
reflection with
maybe a bigger frown than
you usually
wear