In beauty is an element of piety,
The skies open and fall correctly;
I am the manager of the aspects
Controlling heaven and all it connects.
The light from heaven bisects the view
And displays the horizon, washed anew;
I have a nose that bleeds from the height
Of a tower or tree failing us, and our eyesight.
Beauty questions my understanding of the tree
That rocks in the winter and also summer, in binary.
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