why do we seek for intelligence?
is it because we are dense?
why do you hanker for beauty?
is it because we are unsightly?
we kneel and implore to a man
standing still
whom we frequently refer to
as a statue just looking through
without symphaty for our sanity
a house is wreathed in facades
all that we see aren't real
if we would only be an augur
we would easily presage
all that man’s whim, beauty
and acumen shall soon perish
like an ice on top of a volcanic ring