a poem by Jeremy C Kester
Floundering in the space of my mind,
passing by the perfection desired.
To be the perfection less in me,
I am not the desired of myself.
But what of perfection do I seek?
Nothing short of perfection thus?
Something more than shortfallen?
Nothing short of my perfection.
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Poem written by Jeremy C Kester
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