Aesthetics

Everyone loves the piece But the piece's mouth's Worth no kiss. Ain't that the trick of the pen? Not being poetic; rather, aesthetic. The other side does not know It is not raining over here. A fast one nature pulls on us Sometimes out there. Not being poetic; rather, aesthetic. Dark is safe When two pliest The day may not save When one defiest. Even when shadow falters behind. Ain't that the trick of the mind? Not being poetic; rather, aesthetic. Lost in low, a wandering soul Till the moving wheel splash the flow Why do the heels feel so low Only when the odd changes role? Ain't that the freak of the roll? Not being poetic; rather, aesthetic.