Beauty, to be, must be whole,
contained within boundaries
like a grape within its skin.
And it must have a backdrop
of neutrality, a place
where it may win
attention to its edges,
soft or hard.
Beauty won't be marred
by growth or diminution.
A bunch of grapes will do as well as one,
But Beauty will escape
from one grape
crushed beneath the foot,
will alter shape
to reappear
in wine full red and clear.
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