now seeking beauty
in imperfection
I wander through
utter boredom,
stark aimlessness,
spite and hatred
conveyed by their saddened souls,
their relative perceptions
Innocent beauty
concealed in each,
delicately cocooned
inside a thin sheet
that ruptures
with a soft nudge
Finding it all
utter nonsense—
there’s a quiet power
in my unspoken words
I observe,
and let it play