A Time Without Flaws Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

INSPIRED BY BENJAMIN FERGUSON

The perfection of time is elusive to humankind.

Perhaps this is due to their perceptions of perfection,
that thought of perfection is lost to the present time
casting away clarity, expanding worries and granting
rejection as the prime excuse for the non-pursuit of an
absolute and resolute consciousness, of our perfectly
designed essence.

We seek solace within our singular present,
individuals as lost as the concept of creation;
lost entirely within the myth, of a human intelligence.

Humans will not to understand, but to relieve their lives
of deeper and higher thought and understanding.

Humans are content, to bury conscious thought,
to wallow in unconscious, misdirected, and deviously
misguided blurbs, of personal satisfaction and gloating.

How can so many choose, to ignore heights of conscious thought, and dwell upon this mean and disturbed moment.

Easy for them I guess; their minds are as senseless as
their leaders, their peers, their educators, and their own dog-god of this world

Do they at all deserve this life?