Ruined Beauty

as fictional things often do I without knowing anyone longer and no one imagined it away and pieces polluted with everyone lesser affairs to wrest implacable mind you taught me of the hopeless pocketful life lived simply more and heart was more complex than rent paid to a ruined artifact you laid it all out but the brass name plate and those to which I led you they all believed you to teach the willing lost gone they were, and beautiful lost rooms confounded whatever mattered and if ever I stumbled in front of a pew no whored train led quite the same to you