Perfect Imperfection

perfect Imperfection is she
Attempts at a desired result
Despite her passionate pleas
Only remind her of assaults
At barriers between we

Running full speed in circles
On a route with no start
On a journey with no end til
A conscious desire to part
With a path that is culled

From a desire to see a future
Where there is purpose
And a wish for clear truth
So a burgeoning flicker of hope
Begins to slowly surely produce
A confident refrain as an antidote

From the poison of a mundane life
She reaches for the potion
To cure her future of self same strife
Praying the decision and notion
To partake will cure her disease




Poetry by Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-09-01 at 14:05

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Albert Vynckier The PoetBay support member heart!
I feel suspicious with everything that is said "perfect" because it hides a goal in itself, the goal of being perfect
if I think the universe in its conception is not perfect, maybe it is because this universe has no role and that's it !
when the scientists say: the universe depended on a series of very concise constants, I feel as the universe is perfect than psychologically, I can just say: it's a meaning and then there is someone perfect who put his perfection in the universe and I don't like that...
2026-06-14