If love decided to be perfect,
Humanity may become humane.
Brokenness could deteriorate,
Jealousy a forgotten game.

If love decided to be perfect,
Peace may have a chance.
Honesty would blossom in acceptance,
We could achieve  our unfathomable dreams.

If love decided to be perfect,
A wholeness within could be filled.
The negativity that tomorrow always finds,
could finally close its eyes and die.

Alas, love shall never be perfect,
Hate- its true desire.
Good fortune always shines above waiting,
To turn into a most painful destruction.

When the moon sets
And the words still descend
The ink still wet
New and another
Worked to the bone
The naked words run
Cracked and baked in their solitude
Across the page
Across the eyes
Across the universe
It's the only constant I believe in
The utter ineptitude of these words
And the chilling look in your eyes

the grey ceiling in my room
makes me feel sad
the first things that my eyes
have seen for twenty straight  years
now i dread looking up
i look down instead   ...

Last month,
He wanted change
Both rustic and refined,
Open

More spacious,

Friendly, and precious.
Each chosen effect,
Dressed and palpable.
Still, the wonders of the more pedestrian standard
Blister and accentuate:
This is good enough.

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Noon—is the Hinge of Day—
Evening—the Tissue Door—
Morning—the East compelling the sill
Till all the World is ajar—