Incomprehension and circles of being,

Only a part of the picture is seeing,

Eyes often miss the ugly that's masked,

Visions of beauty so falsely grasped,

The spiteful repulsive may be just a whisper,

The feared execration a transparent blister,

Immoral conviction the vaguest foul odour,

Fractioned perception belies mediocre,

Allow heart and soul to absorb the entire,

For only with learning can true passions fire.