Dutifully Beautiful (Original Poem)

A subject to be beautiful it has to live
And dying must be in there so to vitalise
Making it wonderful, astounding, marvellous
Or bids its song move else a senseless hide

Something half-shaped which entertains the time
Some sainted wistful nearly should-have-been,
A promise suffering answerable preventions
Its charm in passing passes pungently

Like a gorgeous faded self wearied by age, distressed
One’s white noise fizzing always in the memories
Which carry along themselves some dread once having been
A laughter chanced; interred now, lost as flown

Life’s treasure set in gems reflect their clastic arts
Of distant melancholy, entangled among thoughts
Of poignant separations, as a multifarious sharp
Defenceless brittle unforetokened game

How should an armchair story clamber accidentally
Upon one’s sensibility on a mild pretext
And follow incidentally like an ancient tidal reach
Absurdly stirring spirit’s consolations
Pursuing West?