When Perfection Weeps Poem by Rani Turton

The rain fell softly on arid plains, while rocks and mountains slumbered.
Petals opened and and fell, and became one with the dust
Clouds, storms, the primary elements and sunlight
Lightning to make the primeval soup just right.

Perfection weeps alone. When man came along
He was not alone. fruitful, he multiplied.
Abiogenesis is far from Genesis hmm
From Genesis to Revelation then Gabriel left

When perfection weeps, deserts can bloom
Some ancient artefacts in the desert were destroyed
By the unknowing; sometimes perfection hurts
That is the greatest mystery of modern man

As to why destruction preceds construction; as to why
Killing preceeds healing; as to why greed precedes need.
As to when wisdom and wise people will lead the world
As to when the rich and the poor will look up at the same sky

The world was the perfection that wept;
The world was then what came about while Brahma slept;
What is the secret that legends have so crafitly kept?
Perfection weeps, perfection is weeping, perfection wept.

Copyright: Rani Turton


The chronology is far from perfect in this poem...