it has no purpose
any 19 year old pothead
who's seen Requiem For A Dream
or read half of Notes From The Underground
can be an expert cynic
but to what end?
Hope
is more difficult
potent almost mystical
Beauty
vulnerable to cliché
so hard to capture or convey
Truth
susceptible to moral pollution
yet electric in its constitution
Sincerity
exposed to saccharine sentiment
but dynamic in its eloquence
The fragile, the fleeting, the ecstatic
these are why we live
despite not because of skeptic static
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