"Spurious"

Beauty inept
like a secret kept
from all that wish to know
a joyous flask
so firmly passed
amongst our hearts and hands

sight amused, view eschewed
we've charmed our better notions
drinking from a stranger's glass
a tepid guileful potion

Diamond in the rough
would be enough
but truth is a fleeting wonder
falsehoods guard these pearly gates
the sense of purpose we await
is bound to burst and de-inflate
our ever hopeful slumber