Something Beautiful
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“Something Beautiful”
Something beautiful befell my eyes
yet inside the silent child,
The Unheard, loudly cries
ugly turn away,
I hear it,
it cries in the mirror,
turn me away -
it cries, yet I am that I am forthright in all its states
and I am to you evermore and nearer waiting by the gate
and I heard that heart say
that tooth fairy should never have came,
and I saw inside that One’s eye the strength
of two mirrors reflecting each to the other known names
two stand tall, just the same
black and white white and black
dissolving each into the other, same brushstrokes
in the blood and bleeding in the tempered water
ippitsuryu
hitofude ryuu
one stroke not so different
unending fierce and soft
one unbroken brushstroke
we are just the same
yet, the clearness of
holy waters change
day and night
night and day
this must occur
to paint a story
that translates
cracked dna
bleeding
like a carrier
yolked liked blood
like ink bled upon a white page
tears colour the story
crimson leaves
falling on common ground
a beautiful war bleeds,
just the same
as it was then,
just the same
it is now
our lives leap apart
on different roads
unseen the unthinkable
on common grounds
the mysterious
journey to be found
the mysterious
journey back into ourselves
yet, we are still unstill
in this world, in uetero
like twins turning
away from each the other
a puzzle
to come back together
first must be cracked
and torn worlds apart, asunder
our black muddied inside
now uncontained
and looking to shine, merges eagerly
in the flow it slides like oil
brisque as lightening
our lives are written
within the love electric
quickening onto new canvas
within that tone
imprint you and I
full lit as one, mirrored,
full circle, ying and yang
we live under same canopy of sky
the colour beautiful and unknown
descends upon us in low lying cloud
to lift us up as if in ascension
as much as we try
to ignore the matrix
of that strange grimoire’s eye
we are here in this place still breathing
magnetic unpullable apart
the myth unstill calls inside
the heart consumed
in its seeded home
in reflection acquieces
and allows the brutalised to speak
kingdoms come
and kingdoms go
true home is found
in the central place -
we avoid but know;
flourishing within
the mirrored point
of one continuous stroke
night and day day and night
light and dark dark and light
within that singularity
is the place of truest sight
well-hidden internal eternal
claps back
the real beauty
cats cradled
complex and tangled up
something beautiful
is discovered
in that central place
the place we avoid, but know
the heart
of darkest night
that place
we dare not go
Candide Diderot. ‘25
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Copyright © Candide Diderot | Year Posted 2025
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