we seek perfection in someone else when we can't find it within our own,
that is the most selfish display of perfectionism,
the more I'm press the less one sees my true person,
I'm a free man and I express freely I know no other way,
in words and deeds and through the letters the purest of imperfections,
why seek my imbalances when your void is made whole ?
I'm most aware of this flaw that reside in this contraption of flesh and bones,
and at the higher level of those seeker's is the the proverbial truth and it's needs to re-arrange,
I'm the recipient of death because the curse of sin,
A thousand years seeks the endurance of that trial,
for the duration of borrowed time I wish to be left alone,
through trials and errors, misplacement, persecution, lost-energies, periods in absences and the seeker's that never seem to flee,
if your zeal burns try and not scorch others in those imbalances,
yet I'm the potter's vessel and through a selection of Divine will we make available what you can't see.
Published on
9/10/25 11:48 PM
Rafael G Gonzalez
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