I the beholder

How to gift the world beauty,

when it possesses so many eyes

Each already colored its favorite shade

What of the ones who look aside

Will not their denial sting

Too cruel a price for ones bravery by far

Or perhaps all is lost,

consumed by shadow,

just blinked away

Which fate would be preferred, 

rejection or obscurity

When we bear our children to the masses, 

the offspring we call art

It is little different, 

than placing them on an altar

They will be worshipped,

or sacrificed

Perhaps it lies in the giving,

that it is there the beauty is found