Tuesday, February 13, 2018


What if?—beauty,
truth, for
example—were no
crown and scepter,

did not appear marvelous
as crystal bracelets
or clank and rattle
like necklaces either,

weren't even the precious
jewels set in-
side them—but rather
are themselves only

facets—two levels, different angled
planes—in the face of
one worshipful 
but hideous old stone

known as Good—
which sits
like the squat, sharp
skull of a little kid

on a simple wood stand
in a small empty
room, on a thin
blood-red carpet;

and after you
enter and praise it,
and you've knelt
low and kissed it—you're welcome

to ask it—one pure-