December Poem 5

The most beautiful thing I have ever seen

Is the universe grinding my lifetime

Over centuries to sharpen its tools.

The missing under the direction

One diminishing friend

Having been teacher

When people are looking for length

To be trusted but being destroyed.

Having beauty or similar grinding.

The iron axe head

Is not created

In the inescapable grinding wheel.

One can achieve again,

Be bound by the laws

Of the most beautiful thing,

And be inspired to precipitate back beauty.

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