Paradigm Enigma

What else could be more beautiful than beauty itself?

To scrouge off ugliness in an acquitted shelf,

Or to mock off the irony that selflessness troths,

Bitter the sweetest fasciae that beholds truths.

Do allies, foes, lovers, and haters have in common?

A concurrent pledge to devour as the Germans,

Or an unconditional pledge to illuminate spectres,

Voyager, are we settled to explore eternal grandeur?

What else could we as humans imagine to conquer?

To design self into an aromatic perplexed contour,

Or gratefully lulls in simplicity’s supreme provision,

For we bore imperfection to be chiselled in precision.