Alone In Satiny Perfection Poem by Ayni Poet

Childhood has downed,
The Beings turned amnesiac
About their impeccable nature,
And went to climb
The slippery hills of betterment.

'What is there to complete,
To refine, to ameliorate or change? '
Kept on asking until
Their Royalty disappeared in a sunset.

Taught to be blind to Flawlessness,
To live false stories displayed by the mind,
They turned away
From their all-inclusive sight.

Some have reconciled the imaginary edges,
All the splits of variety and individuation
Into one single piece of satiny Perfectness,
A superlative of the Demiurge-Self.
These lead us to abide alone,
In the pantheon of Excellence.