there is no greater
beauty
than in the eyes
of utmost tragedy

the shattering
lends
prismatic interpretation
of insular pain

that is why
holding tightly
to the broken
tends to cut both

standing in the eye
of the maelstrom
as shards
of awareness spin

at the pinnacle
of rock bottom
lies a harsh truth
unpossible to deny

standing in the face
of this star
gone supernova
reduces both to cinders

there is no more
damned beauty
than in the eyes
of a survivor