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It’s not about perfection

It’s about balance

Challenging that what we see

Is even

Or is it not

Do we live in order or chaos

Or does one create the other

Or are they alike

A sister and a brother

Waves lap on shores

And against hulls

There is a rhythm

A motion

But not a precise cadence

Not like you or I know

The best art

A presentation

Of these irregularities

Not flaws I would say

I do not believe we are all born to sin

Taking time notice the curves

Along with jagged edges

The balance of nature

The heart in the center

Our beings

Both frail and strong

Simultaneously.

 

 

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