This beauty

(Pre-Script: The beauty of this poem will be most deeply understood if you read as the song, "Closer," #17 on the playlist, plays in the background, so scroll down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...) (...still waiting...)

This mess is the beauty
this beauty a mess-
a timeless obyss shaken down

by those who dare
to approach the ledge;
shaken, not stirred
by curious glances
from bright eyed explorers;
this mess is the beauty,
this beauty a mess-
though curiosity does not move islands
it still might hoist a sail
so we float from one to another
so we float
from one to each other
and discover our own continent
on the way to India.
This beauty is messy
this mess is the beauty

a raw unexplored terrain

for which you think you are ready

but no one is ever ready.

(This beauty is messy.

This mess is the beauty.)

-XOXO,