pERFECT/imPerfect

She tears up the pages of perfect Inspection

Honest dissection of flawed Humanity

In broken Expression, her dialect invested

She tries to find the terms to Shape identity

(and with each humble line

another plot-twist, another unraveling)

In the way of Genuine majesty,

this is healing through a certain dark asymmetry:

The Art of -a broken heart-

which bleeds such Colors 

more Brilliant than light

and the ideas of a heavy mind

Spread open beside masks Laid down

are unlocking More Doors

than the battering rams of 

contrived 

Academia and rigorous Religion

With their false Reverence and

disdainful Uniformity

and yet 

let slack

all chains 

of 

presupposition 

and live within the

tension

and

doubt

INDECISION

is okay

After all, we’re here to Learn

and

to Play.