Isn't it the thing about beauty
That we sense immediately
Some quickening behind it
Or at least the heart does
Shift its resonance so we
Can hear a stillness
That wants to rescue us
Perhaps the only thing that can
And it doesn't matter anymore
If only for a few moments
We stare or glance at it sideways
It wants to save our lives
Rushing toward us or slipping away
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