The flawed is one ideal.
Its goal is the problem
Without a solution,
For which no solution
Has ever been desired.
Perfection’s never good
Enough, never achieved,
And, like salvation,
Wisdom, enlightenment,
Would be better eschewed,
Better still forgotten.
Imperfection’s relief.
The best moral’s absurd.
No lesson to be learned
Would be the lesson learned.
I like these invasive
Blossoms in high country
Meadows by the roadside.
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