I am perfect because I can see all this and forgive myself. I am perfect in this light and above this light my dance loves me. I am not bad. I am a rogue ant traveling soft white sheets––how comfortable they are to me! And I am the hero who squishes the ant with two sides of a circular cotton pad, discarded into a raw plastic trash can––tomorrow's dust.
I am perfect because I am human
All we know, all we can know
Is as human beings
I am not exempt from this fact
nor from you
We are at each other’s behest, you and us
Me and you know this all too well
But I know nothing
is something
I know that I am not as bad as I think
I know this light voice and hand
These marks know me
as you
I’m grateful to the street signs for telling us where to go
When we are most lost and osmotically challenged.
I cry our tears and we all think about the time.
We get off at the wrong stop
Misread all the signals
Forget memory
Dream about a limply bleeding tragedy
Use way too many words
Use the way two times so many curves
You say why do trines circumvent three birds
I know nothing as something
This alone
Makes me perfect
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