On Hegel and the aesthetic philosophy of beauty
She reaches to entreaty the gods of art Those beings who suffuse with words, emotionality And charge again a vessel, Translator for a modicum of grace And risk in exposure. Melted, melded and emboldened Subsumed by a love. A crater found again, And reopened a wound where It was regarded before. Time has a way and maintains their fealty This time she affirmed if implored But that's just conjecture Be this evocation of feeling fleeting or unsubstantiated, or lasting, Still she is subsumed, moved through. He welded by her light She constant in her wanders As earth after earth empties them And he would sigh as skin pressed And he would sigh wordless Leaving cogent disquities to the ephemeral passage of time If they could just but meet in minds a distant projection of a farmhouse in green fields not far from a train to take them there and back again living day in and out resting and rising bodies together then apart then together again all the while superimposed both carried in tandem, A living trust in a theoretical universe If they could just reconcile concordance Presently either denying or desiring that which rests at her foundation the high calling of muliebrity manifested in fulfillment of nature Relevant only in relation to another They will not trespass on that thought She would battle her struck wonder And he would sigh as skin pressed And he would sigh wordless Welded by the way he calms her Let it be enough, this backdrop known from a distance as an apparition of sense And make due She with him, without him here. |
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May 2018
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