Amaranthine Beauty

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Eternal skin does not exist.  That’s wrong.

Eternal beauty begs to be rehearsed,

Again, again.  Eternal beauty, strong

As death, as wide as deathless time, versed

Far longer than the longest epic sung

Will never be created from the mouth

Of Christ.  Such beauty would be stellar hung

Among the stars shaped out like cottonmouth

About to strike with fangs and therefore would

Be doomed to timeless life.  Besides, if such

A rapture comes, would it be understood?

This truth would be beyond your fingers’ touch.

  Some monks might hold a vigil in the light

    Of candles sanctifying human sight.

~ Phillip Whidden