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THE BEAUTY CHASE
THE BEAUTY CHASE
When the winds are fair and guts are hot
The artist breathes as deep as he can dare--
Locates the promised trail that sings
Puts on his boots and tosses care--
And when that trail outshines divine
His soul commits to see the end
While praying it will never come
Thoughtless of waiting kin and friends.
Who follows dream-deadly delights
Designed to tear a life to shreds--
To gladly toss all sense behind--
Hunting True Beauty without end?
The Search for Beauty grabs wild wayward souls
Its teeth saw-toothed-- and sure to harm
But heedless-- brilliant victims venture on
Afraid to lose the scent of charm
Victoria Anderson-Throop
2013
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