My Human Disguise.
Say that not all works of beauty are willed.
For centuries freemasons tried to build
A spire 500 feet into the sky,
Which collapsed three times and was abandoned.
They settled for the real, but had to try —
Just one of the lessons it taught Rodin.
The Tule tree has the same architecture —
Chthonian, with buttresses, gargoyles,
All the result of a wild conjecture
And intent and the fruit of endless toils.
In truth, there’s nothing that’s not beautiful,
Nothing not made; even nothing is willed.
Everything is essence, blind, dutiful,
Perfect if at times imperfectly skilled.
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