I am not perfect in body or thought
In transgressions that play in my head
Restless bouts.
I am not perfect in ways or in action
Pleadings of ways that require weight
Some reaction.
I know of this perfect in some small details
Trailing like a tail telling me of tales, flawless
Fixed revelation.
Those that come before and those that come after
Will write of this perfect and use it with passion
Continuing on.
Until the day is reached when that perfect is here
What we call a universe will be in thought crystal clear
With us.
Perfect will be home, for some this home is the heart
For others this home will travel straight from great thought
Replacing parts.
Perfect is a state of mind, programmed by love
In disguise or full force it will transform all one does.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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