If we were only beautiful,
We'd own half the world.
Funerals would be held,
As time takes its toll.
That'd be far gone, though,
And, until we're swirled,
A whole universe'll
Watch us twirl.
We'd be the sight
For every delight.
Kings, queens,
Wherever is light,
And, at night,
Succumb to spite—
Devoured, as you would pie.
Somewhere, in that darkness,
Though,
We would know:
Our likeness treats us so.
And, in this time,
Where nothing shines,
We'd wish all, our kind,
Were to be blind.
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