Beauty born in Beauty´s rearranging

 -dangling, dangling,
all the bar-room globes of hazing light;

our aging engines, loudly churning,
travelling the distances between the seemingly,
the back and forth, between the black and white.

everything keeps pouring,
foaming, we keep drinking
through the reasons
wrong or right

all is changing or exchanging,
Beauty born in Beauty´s rearranging

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