substantiality weighs heavily upon the soul and worried mind,
as we gather in the corners, dripping ugliness and secrecy.
holding on to our pathetic affirmations that,
"pain is weakness leaving the body."
begging to forget how the words they spoke came out cracked,
uttered with love and terror at our perished minds.
"you are sick," they bellow.
"you are broken," they wail.
"but we are so close to beautiful," we cry.
just ask, how can one measure beauty, in full intensity and meaning?
we will tell you all, "you see, with pounds, of course."
are they mad in not seeing that simple logic?
it is all so perfect and absolute -
so insane and wrong.