Appreciation for eventually nothing

Present institutions
excuses for wasted benevolence
Menaces of passion
If not for the appreciation of shadows,
and the taste for touch
Then why waste the time
Waves crash over greed, time swallows vanity
But beauty is invincible,
Transparent and visible amongst any texture
Exists past a heartbeat,
Forecasts every birth, and never punishes

It's ok to be a step behind. You can still smile. As long as you start with your brain, you- and your world- will pursue. The brain is inherently handicapped, a hopeless mass of mush that would otherwise resemble shit. But it has more power than any capitalistic bully of a muscle. It will always triumph. It's supplied by a body, but what it stores inside generates a wealth that can never be dissolved. It is immune, it exists even once a cancer cell devours it. Even when the bigger guy eventually consumes it, the thought scoffs, laughs at the naivete of mortal ignorance. It's only weakness is presented when it's kept inside, when it isn't shared. Love is the one thing that can keep a thought from losing it's light. With love we can fortify and promise the only that will ever matter. The only thing that is eternal, never judging the useless, mushy mess that carries it along.