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Monday, 8 July 2013

Perfection: A Poem

I

Perfection
Is in the dead man
Who is as no more

As peace.

He married life
And she broke her vows,
Now he is here

Perfectly free
With ties to here

Cut free.

His words live without
Essence nor presence

And his face fades
From apparent appearances.

II

Perfection
Is in the broken heart
Of a man wronged

By her.

He is perfectly aware now
That women lie.

They tried to see eye
To eye but it was like
They were both blind,

Perfection is in
His perfectly
Broken
Heart.

III

Perfection
Is in the mind
Of a madman who is
Perfectly unaware of

Songs of sorrow nor
Poems of pain that flow

Through life--

He is as free as
A slave and health

Can not find him.

But he is perfectly
Carefree and lives through
Everyday playing hide-and-seek
With his lover,

Sanity.