Aesthetic

Worthless 
Inevitable 
Perfect 

How do I speak to the beautiful 
When aesthetics are the only pragmatism 

For while a step may lead toward survival 
The nature of the walk is indissoluble 
 
Where the sunset singes the top of buildings 
The memory of a crane lifting off
To follow its partner to the nest 

Heralds an infinite summertime 
Of adolescence
Something known as play 

Singing to my heart 
The unreasonable music 
Of that which feels melodious