Too Beautiful to be Borne

“Too beautiful to be borne!”

we were told, by the Old.

Did that mean too perfect to come

in an incarnate form, or too stunning

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to bear peering into for long?

We could report that the object was large in

relation to us, and was able to barge in

without too much fuss and that rhymes

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could be found to expound on it –

up and then down and around on it.

But what kept us gasping for air?

What was the there that nobody could bear –

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the beauty, the shock and the kicker?

The miraculous fact with the force

to appall or enthrall?

That anything happened at all.

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