I am not the crisp view from your window
or in your mirror
I do not seek perfection ,
I am perfect in ways you know not ,
I am destruction itself , my dear .

Subtlety and clarity in defined  plans :
You bring this crisis ever near
with such foolish words.
A wreck is destiny.

I am but a mere prophecy to you

Laugh me off with youth  and belief in years to come,
Know this : I am ever present
This constant threat to sense.