to think one of us was the better half.
IV.
Where would you begin the quest for beauty?
In some reader-response Eden perplexed
by time and ghost values? Art? Intertexted
knee jerks and false paens to lost duty?
Some people equate beauty with Truth, Light,
and balanced proportions, grosse fugues with t*ts,
mathematical equations, qbits,
the eruption of consciousness, first sight.
Me, I'm a cathedral man, like the bones
of the nave, the painted dome and the Cross,
the horror of extinction, shadow tones,
the wages of sin, prophets and their loss.
My mother was the first Notre Dame church.
Now I'm drained of beauty, ashen as Lurch.
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