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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Where Has All The Beauty Gone? There is no time like the now times, The ever-present blood-swooshing times. Time again to surrender as a smitten lover surrenders, To the never-ending rhapsodies of erotic impulses, Which exhale as a listless leviathan exhales, Basking in the swishing waters off the windy capes, Naked, but kept hidden, in the unknown anterior rooms, Of a hundred dark mansions in the draping hollows, Encased with ethereal atmospheres and essences, In stony gold, glittering emeralds, and smooth diamonds, All dazzling the senses with spurting explosions of light, Of helpless exaltations and cooing astonishments; Now they’re seeking the old nights and the old embraces In the gaping moonlight, amid intense and timid arousals; Their blinking black eyes squinting from behind the papered walls, Of dustless airless rooms with drooping statues of dead poets, Alive still as they rise again in mythic intonations, Making suave movements with pointing soft fingers, Upon the moist nape of blond submitting desires. Watching in spirit now as they once peeped at lovers; Peeping and prying and peering from behind infinitesimal holes, Never seen before by the living or the bereaved, Nor by the delirious or the unjustly defamed; Now they just bite us, the souls of the dead boys in blue. And they watch us from behind those bare walls, Those breathing twitching snarling walls. So, where has all the beauty gone?
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