No thing is perfect.
Any object touched by man
is flawed with variables,
tainted in the absolute end
with his failures.
There exists no aspect
of any foolproof plan
that is not perishable.
We cannot transcend
the design of nature.
Even if correct
within each taught lesson
something is punishable.
We can always bend
the flawless paper.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesiaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
