Perfect moments
Perched inside time
But there cannot be
A perfect time
Since time is infallible
And perfection is not...
That which exists,
That which can be
Lies between truth and error
And the boldness to see...
There is not gain
In staying away,
A life is made
To seek each day
With clear imagination
The proper opportunity...
The spectator
Knows not the sport
Nor experience
Of being on the court...
The thrill belongs
To those who serve
Or play along
With slight reserve
Of disadvantages
Defining the challenge....
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But there cannot be A perfect time Since time is infallible And perfection is not... Brilliant!