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.