The Nature Of Imperfection Poem by Richard Theze

The Nature Of Imperfection



Perfection,
Not my desire,
Nor still
Its opposite!
I, neither water
Nor fire
Could attain;
Remain thus,
Imperfectly
Lying
At the intersection
Between two states:
A place perhaps,
Perfect
Not to hide,
but
To embrace
the rift.

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Richard Theze

Richard Theze

Bicester, Oxfordshire
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