Beauty and the Spirit

Only the ugly create, the fallen.
The beautiful have no need.
The ugly bleed outside in.
The beautiful, without sin, 
wear that elliptical grin 
viewed in the museum
by the ugly in line again. 

And yet the most beautiful
creature to walk the abyss
astounds us with a world.

But, “What ugliness is this
you’ve allowed to exist?”
the Spirit shaking
over the deep waters asks.
“What version are you on?”

“I don’t work with numbers,”
Beauty replies.
“What comes next?” asks the Spirit.
“I’ve not made well-nigh yet.
That will take time.”