Poem: imperfect genius

Something unrepeatable

Imperfect makes it unique

There’s human madness to it

A thumbprint mistake

Lucky lightning strike

Masterpiece of originality earthquake

Imperfection is a natural genius rose

Perfection is a malady

Look at stop motion versus

computer generation

There’s no doubt which is worse

Blessed are the poor

Last is true first

Nothing beats imperfection

It’s grace remakes the world

There can be no compassion

No redemption

If there was no darkness

to grieve, forgive and reverse

even to the point of our own

body ship destruction

Love lives in us, as us

creators of reality

I think they say

that life is just a blink

the rest is an infinite story.

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