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Perpetual order
And some kind of
Righteous coincidence
Are the essence of this world;
They call it perfection but it’s
Merely the adroit flay of
Things; lend it time and
It’ll all fall apart.
(You shall bear witness
To this with moist eyes,
And a heaviness in your
Sore, withering heart.)
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Really deep introspection in this piece (and all your poetry)! They're so philosophical/psychological I really really like them!!
But you're soo right. There are so many facets to perfection that I guess the closest we ever get to it is by setting our own personal attainable goals and in the process of achieving them, becoming better people--becoming the best people we can individually be in the span of a lifetime.
But you're soo right. There are so many facets to perfection that I guess the closest we ever get to it is by setting our own personal attainable goals and in the process of achieving them, becoming better people--becoming the best people we can individually be in the span of a lifetime.