Every now and then,
I shift my beauty-starved eyes
from the monitor screen,
from the books and notes.
I leave the air-conditioned room
and roam in the cool night air,
drinking in the beauty of God's creation
like a vagabond in the desert
who stumbled upon an oasis.
I lift my head
and feast my eyes upon the beauty-
to which none can compare.
I froze in awe and wonder.
But I do that
only once in a while.
For norm is the cruel murderer of beauty.
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