Hidden Structure

Beauty wilts
and love will flucture
what remains
is hidden structure

blushing primes
sly chiding knots
intertwine
betwixt our thoughts

creation
lives to create
chipping from
the ob’lisk slate

talk amoungst
our little selves
speculating
filling shelves

search we will
and see we’ll not
blindness is
our earthly lot

but the voice
of the void is vast
notice it
through the nets we cast

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