In 82
words, I add 6
locks for 88
keys, then wait!

In a perfect world,
the skin of these 10
fingers would be gloves for the sinews beneath.
In a perfect world,
my 32
teeth would sing psalms to the brush.
In a perfect world,
my 2
eyes and 1
heart would beat and blink in unison,
and behind the ashen sky
the majesty of interstellar space
is almost detectable.

And in these 82
words, the world
becomes perfect,
albeit briefly.