Why strive we so?
Why make we perfection our aim?
In a world of inevitable
mitigation to every joy
Perfection endlessly sacrificed
at the altar of reality
Never light
unless in it's embrace
darkness will cower
Never joy
but after the laughter
tears find cause for
realization
Never silence
but sounds clinging
to the air
from somewhere
sometime
Never love
but hate coiled
growing from the hurt
the very love produced
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