An Imperfect Perfect

Are you seeing
all the aspects of
me in one frame,

Or a part in me
dwells temporarily
at one corner?

Am I like a
dot on the wall that
can be noticed at a closer glance?

It’s me I call
myself an imperfect perfect,
someone with a past, sometimes resilient.

I bend, I stand,
I sleep,I dream,I wake up,
and I fail, and I succeed.

 

2019

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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