The Mode is Beautiful

Poem

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All of the beauty gets even more beautiful.

Its interior, exterior spill over into life, writing beautifully, poetically kissed chapters beyond where one's imagination can seem to flow.

The mode is beautiful.

It shines its light brightly.

A level of brightness that seems impossible. Surreal. Like a masterpiece of a painting with careful strokes by a brush designed by its creator for the artist.

It captivates far beyond even our own explanation.

Its burst of warmth flashes, dilating the pupils. Too blurry to see. Yet too real not to hear. To feel.

The most beautiful, realest mystery.