Perfect Flawfections – a poem

Perfection is overrated, our flaws define

Us in ways we’d see not without others

To observe, their patience a mirrored

Reflection, pool to absorb the ripples

Of our manifold inherent madness.

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Rides rarely slow for us to take stock,

Our surroundings fast paced, lived

Through lenses tinted at times sped

Past limits of experience to confound,

Made simple by flawed reflections.

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