Truth is Beauty, Beauty is Truth?

It is beautiful
to conquer distance with a motor
effortlessly, spontaneously
to change surroundings and
quench the mad thirst for novelty
to access infinitely more of what is
what, to me, might never have been
if not for countless rivers of asphalt and
a car to call my own
but it is true
that each cinematic car ride
slowly contributes to the death of
countless other “me’s”
that clutch so tightly
to the breast of the same mother
whom my motor actively suffocates,
destroying a world
that to them might never be.

It is beautiful
to sneak from my room
at 5:30 on a Sunday morning
and thumb my way westward
to ride shotgun with strangers
whose words, by their mere improbability
seem to glisten infinitely more than those
of whose words I have relied upon
and to seek thrills which smell of danger
tasting the sweet fragility on the warm breath of trust
but it is true
that I left my mother
alone in the house she raised me in
to find the boxes she packed with glistening words
half-opened and stuffed in the corner of my closet
who must wince at the breath of trust she breathed
as it howls icily back through the front door
left ajar, and choke at reek of danger
which she smells filling the vacant space.

It is beautiful
to see your legs curled towards me
to press my nose into the place
where your neck meets your shoulder
and to wake to the sight of your eyes
staring back into mine
but it is true
that when I face towards you
with my own senses overflowing
I am hindered in my understanding of yours
and I may fail to realize
that standing next to you and gazing
into the world as you perceive it
would be the far greater beauty.

It is beautiful
to hear you say I love you
but it is true
I am going to believe
you are using these words
not because they are
beautiful
but because they are
true.

Imagine -
an other stands alone, wrapped in a beautiful painting
unable to move, see, smell, or breathe
the seeker of beauty will see the painting
and gaze, himself satisfied
the seeker of truth will first wish to peek below
after which the other can be satisfied

Perhaps then the two can more truly seek beauty
together.