5/3/93- shard

                                            5/3/93
                             Gothenburg, Sweden
 
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 Sometimes I can't bear to look at beauty
 Feeling like the itch of cold winter palms
 The flicker and shadow of the horrible
 Hidden beneath the blink of an eye

It becomes a hunt for flaws and failings
 To justify the distance I've stepped off
 Spectator, chance participant
 Finding truth in a fold of cloth
 An older man's thanks and homage,
 Cheap glass reflections
 And I'll get over it...
 
 To wake up early to the impurity of love
 And to stand transparent to beauty.