As Those Are In Nature

It is I who look for beauty—
It is the human voice within me
It is my body through
which I am shown,
censored
and copied
onto the tabloid of nature:
A personal market
called hegemony

It is to my discrepancy,
To the appealing void,
if I am not found
that I again look for a beauty true...
for my hue is imperfect,
my skin rough

and if I am not found
I may be recognized

My bark, the sounds
of my leaves,
as perfect as could be
artless
in its ardency.

Author notes

The aesthetic for the perfect human race...an idealization. The inconsistency of nature is a consistency. Moldy ground, harsh rocks, dust, rigid leaves, imperfect shells, creatures, a universe of texture which don't seem to edify the aesthetic (the perfect structure) that humans seem to be chasing after. My un-scientific conclusion: We are completely delusional in our discernment of beauty. Natural selection obviously plays a significant role concerning our viewing of beauty, but to our moral code, this does not translate well.

I prefer to be inclined towards beauty, as being "humble", as I think it resonates better with the language of nature.

And another thing...

Monkey models, that's absurd!
Should have told that to our ape anscestors...they probably would have liked the suggestion.