| Written: AUG 24, 2003 |
To be called Beautiful,
And yet have all
Things of Beauty denied You.
Is this,
Can this
Be Right?
Will this cease,
Or can I look
Forward to solitude
And withheld charms?
Where is the universal
Laws of attention now;
Laughing at the ironies
Of my life I assume.
It’s perspective of justice
Askew.
