Beauty is Truth Poem by David Michael Jackson

too late and I already did it
too late for the roses
too late
for the show
oh yes too many words for the
and no pointy hat
no multicolored vest for the
clown with his smile painted on
no free will
except for the
and you there
you with your dreams of
multicolored flowers leading
up to
leading into
nothing other than
you there can take the measure of your dreams
in beauty itself
and hold your head

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