to me
you are perfect
or as close as I have
ever been to
perfection
and I
am a perfectionist
so
what does that mean?

this
is a beautiful life
and my bit in it
is divine
and way more than
I deserve
in any currency
so why can I not see me
and life
from the
outside
and those who are looking in?

I want to
give you
the world
on a plate
strangely
the world says
No !

Is this it then
Is this
the best we can do?
Me and you
Come on now
Dig deep
we can do tomorrow
way better than
we did  
today.

seems there may be some connection
some call it a trigger.


some things leave us cold and wondering

If life were
   understood
   completely
   we'd have nothing
   more to live for  
   being stultified
   and empty
   all wonder
   would have died

   no more teaching
   nor writing
   there's no need
   for reading or inventing
   superfluous is every thinking

   the morphing
   of  the intellect
   creativity in waning
   the self in annihilating
   and the dehumanising
   of every human undertaking

It's not for me-
heroism
nor any -ism :
all I need
is peace
silence
and quietism