I found it
when I looked
with a shifted
got down
on my kness
for a thought excavation
and absorbed
the revelation
of its inhabitation
of obscurity
in the wasteland
in the weeds
in the flotsam
the jetsam
through a rusty frame
and a tired imagination
Beauty haunts
and possesses
Beauty shows up
Beauty sought,
when the soul is seeking,
will always
be found

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