Absolute Beauty - Wendy McNeill

The violet lining of a thunder cloud

The smell of it as the rain pours down

It gathers bits of brokeness

Shards of glass, leaves and sticks

Like a ringing bell like a jewelled fist

Like souls i know and what they confess

There’s a beauty in this

While crying for better i’ve been spared the worst

Never dealt with more than existential thirst

A one up, a pot shot, a gimme gimme all you’ve got

How can i be shocked when the shark bites

I’ve been swimming with steak in my pockets all my life

People kill each other i can understand it

Just spend 3 hours stuck in a mall or traffic

Neurotics getting worshipped while the heroes work the Fields

The shadow of the glamour trumps the magic of the real

Oh it’s getting murky down here

Where is the beauty?

That was just a question and this is just a song

In a big old world full of folks done wrong

Brave hopes, big dreams and failed attempts

But sometimes a promise does get kept

And there is beauty in this

Absolute beauty