Perfect

What’s the last thing that was perfect?
Some past thing without defect?
Is there anything we might elect
As impossible to reject?

Perhaps a wish for perfect things?
I think we’re running in perfect rings.
Perfection’s in the trying?
Is this all perfect lying?

Is imperfection our backwards answer?
Is this all nonsense banter?
Should we laugh at this disaster?

The love of things however they are?
That seems like cheating –
A most misleading
Trickster way of beating
Something beyond believing.
Or exactly what we’re needing?

Was all this even worth it?
I’m not sure what it means anymore.

Perfect.

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