The deepest level of hell
is icy cold
like the hearts of those
who mock
the deepest love
All that glittering
gold
is on the surface
and does not go deep
And the elements
earth, air, fire, water, spirit
eat away surfaces
It's what they do
Look for depth
and keep looking deep inside
Keep looking
until the surface
erodes, disappears, dissolves
and the
pure
gold
that doesn't shine
that has weight
and depth
that is
unaffected
gives itself up to you
Only then
After the laughter
Beyond the glittering facade
is Beauty.
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