With eyes that always see, the true winner
emerges unblind, unbounded by loss
because the truth is thicker and thinner
(simultaneously) than the lies we toss:
Most fundamentally, there are two truths –
the inner and outer, which ensure us
of some kind of beauty, despite misuse,
like the arsonist's flames that assure us:
They assure that there was something to burn,
an itch to scratch, a dream to wake up from;
but – what do you know! -you burned down my shack,
and (dead or alive ) I shine still like the sun!
A dream is torched, but memories persist;
your beauty's inside your external abyss.