Spelled by beauty crying insane
Down on the knees before unbearable symmetry
Of limbs and torso and the head
Curved in sacred geometry
Spelled by beauty begging in vain
‘Of beauty, please, no more.”
Cursed by their own idolatry
Where freedom enters God
They knock apparently closed
At an always open door
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