Through morning to night
as chunks and flakes of existence,
giving and taking;
water, food, routines, errands;
surprises, run across (es);
resting, running, fighting and enjoying ennui,
and riding on muses, I asked,
where do we find perfection in the whole world?
Mind toggles between high ends and basics.
Expectantly, I watched the world.
To a hungry stomach, the tongue connects spices, flavors;
a thirsty mouth gulps cool, plain water;
tensed bowels emptying after long waits;
passionate love entwining flesh…
raw very raw list came first
with no pretensions; is it shameless?
Like acrobats, the world continued with the concert;
the show must go on, so am I.
But my mind still toggled,
searching perfection in long lists;
dangled between feelings of abstract ideas
and solid benefits; is perfection solid or is it abstract?
Promenaded through many things, ideas, personas
and at the end, like the last flames of a candle
with wax spilled all over,
perfection still dangling above,
exhausted, my eyes slipped away from reality.
The last of the last night, I remember,
was a dream of tired limbs blanketed in a soft quilt.