The all-imperfect, perfect eye
Selects the flaws to magnify
The brokenness of every place
But most of all his perfect face
The all-imperfect, perfect ear
Amplifies what he can’t hear
Their judgments neither thought nor heard
He fancies from a careless word
The all-imperfect, perfect grin
Conceals his every waking sin
His teeth a whitewashed brick-wall shell
Protecting words he’ll never tell
The all-imperfect, perfect skin
Repulses friend and foe and kin
His colors warn of toxic touch
Alight so they won’t see him such
The all-imperfect, perfect nose
Detects a stench in every rose
He registers from wind and breeze
Whatever acrid smell he please
The all-imperfect, perfect heart
Can only ever be restart
From tending what long past has died
A nursing of the child inside
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 12:46 AM UTC
The all-imperfect, perfect eye
Selects the flaws to magnify
The brokenness of every place
But most of all his perfect face
The all-imperfect, perfect ear
Amplifies what he can’t hear
Their judgments neither thought nor heard
He fancies from a careless word
The all-imperfect, perfect grin
Conceals his every waking sin
His teeth a whitewashed brick-wall shell
Protecting words he’ll never tell
The all-imperfect, perfect skin
Repulses friend and foe and kin
His colors warn of toxic touch
Alight so they won’t see him such
The all-imperfect, perfect nose
Detects a stench in every rose
He registers from wind and breeze
Whatever acrid smell he please
The all-imperfect, perfect heart
Can only ever be restart
From tending what long past has died
A nursing of the child inside
This is a poem about healing.