untitled

what is it that lures one
into the praise of beauty

could it be
a curse of seduction
when fantasies beg
to be released of desparation

maybe it could be
a joke of celebrity
where the imagination
carries greed

quite possibly, though
it is the idea of perfection
which cries to be free
of a melancholic illusion

perhaps
it is a dream of desire
whose manic behavior reminds us
of a natural inclination

beauty's passion lies restless
for its mysterious chaos
carries the tickets to its depth
where answers move
against questions that can't be asked