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Perfection

Perfection is impossible to define.
A perfect door never reveals what is inside the house.
A hearth filled with warmth, like the heart of a lover?
Or dread and fear that the next moment may bring disaster.
A perfect face?  A perfect body?  If there is such a thing,
Cannot display the heart which lies within.
Always remember that first impressions are meaningless.
A perfect life?  What do you mean?
If there were such a thing and was filed with perfection
To me at least, it would not be perfection
I would search eternally for some detection
Of something wild to offset all the boring perfection.
If I set out to paint the perfect painting
It would change for eternity,
Just as the egg changes to a worm,
The worm to a cocoon,
The cocoon to a butterfly.
Watch the beauty as she lays her eggs
And flies away.