patchwork child

perfection

beauty, subjective
mystery, debated
superiority, untrue
relief, belated

out of reach, he said
whatever being sought
or nothing at all
if he can be bought

scattered and barren
his vast expanse of brain
too much, too early on
brought aches, never wane

thousands locked away
inside a tainted world
full of neon flashing lights
against which artificials hurled

craving views from all around
for phrases, body, vogue
yet forever perfection demanded
must forget if ever rogue