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There is a

God of beauty

Who by our accounts

Is fickle

Beauty in a storm

In wrinkly babies

While we determine

Beauty in a car

(I like the lines)

Or a figure on a screen

Receiving millions

Of both kinds

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Beauty truth

The eye of the beholder

Do we know anything?

I wonder

Extremists destroy ruins

That are also

A record

A child destroys the fragile

In “The Artist of the Beautiful,”

And I think

About that often

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But if the cell is beautiful

And it is,

Then beauty cannot

Be destroyed forever

As long as we have

Nuclei

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C L Couch

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This is a photograph of a sculpture of 20 centimeters made with wire and pigmented beeswax.

By Ordnajela Zenitram – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=44982588.

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