Truth

I have never seen anything as low, as when someone made a banging sound, I turned my head to look, and I’ve never seen anything as low
And I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as love, and anything as tragic, or haunting, it haunts me tho, perhaps I should care at what is low
But I don’t, what’s low’s finished, I’m my own agent, thanks, and I’m haunted by a woman, I am haunted by her spirit, her love, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, so palpable
And on this plane of elegance, the beauty of truth pours forth love, from that, I find my agency, revolves around her all, revolves around the Spirit,
Around her aura, her soul, her spirit, her compass, I revolve, at what is most beautiful, truthful, around Love
Around that, the sun rotates, the stars revolve, the Earth emerges from her cave, at the passing of her soul

From love emerges, the universe material, from that love, we find what is Real, our spirit bends, our spirits blend, in love of the Beautiful