Perfect

There is a space

Where the horizon splits

The world in two

Where light became the earth

From which the clouds grew

And ground is a warm cake

Sprinkled with dew

Here, the waters lift their waves

And spread a disease

A movement of soundscapes

Of spontaneous intentions

The imagery fills our songs

And makes the body whole –

Saturating our very cells

And the space between them

Exhaled as vapor from our lungs

This – the relentless aim for perfect

In love, in creation, a nuanced direction

And that – the desire, the aim

The journey of never attaining it

…perfection