there's this tree twice my height

that i walk by often

and in the winter i don't wish it had leaves

and in the summer i don't wish its leaves would fall off

because its leaves are truly beautiful

and true beauty kills distaste

and true beauty kills desire

i've seen few people who understand this

but many that spend their days chasing

what they think is beauty

or paralyzed by what they think is beauty lost

but the sublime is not something to run after and find

it's something to cultivate like a

garden full of sunflowers or

raise like a blue-eyed child

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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