Perfection


Tenderly joyous

The heart of a flower

The tumbling somersault

Of a little boy …

Effortless perfection.

A searing volcano

In an aching void,

A demonic urge

That nothing can purge

But the impossible perfection

We are they

Who have dedicated ourselves

To perfection

A perfection

Which does not matter

To single

Other soul

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