dumpster of decay
how could it come to this?
Discarded beauty has no
mon-e-ta-ry
value any more.
So beauty is measured in bills
and (oh no!) we used the (un) barter system;
made a conversion
stealthy speak
latch lift
dumpster dive
rose recall
loaded up by the dozen,
we are surrounded by an excess of perfection
and it is ours to share.
(That was the night--
the night we became the flowering transcendent)
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