Spots on the Glassware – Perfection on Trial
Perfection of the illusion of perfection
Shattered not by a shattering
But merely by a constellation of spots
On an otherwise sea of clear perfectness
An expanse without compare or direction
Clearings of clear and clearness
Nothingness leading to somethingness
An invisible compass forever spinning
Encompassing all of the cardinals
And points in between
Or something without direction
No lines, nor colors, nor indications
Just the imperfection of unwanted intrusions
Mirrored across the legions of stemware
Bubbles amidst bubbles of perceived completeness
Each with their own starchart
A universal universe of imperfect bubbles
Perfectly parallel performances
Mirrored reflections matching moments
As if similarly of imperfection
Denotes a new revelation of perfection
Able to convince the unconvinced
Of that which only exists in perception
Without breaching the precise of questioning
For what is perfection if not a perception?
Believing in the unbelievable
Creates a paradigm of what is and what isn’t
And the wrench of what it should be
The origins of the spots are another contemplation
For they only appear on glassware
After a cleaning or two or three
Never being noticed while still brand new
Which draws the conclusionary questioning
The source of the imperfections
Were they always there but perfectly hidden
Or a scar in the quest to remain perfect?
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Were they there and we just refused to see them because we wanted perfection? I had to read this twice, slower the 2nd time. Perspective – I love it when you question selected perspectives. Great work, Ralph – makes me think.
I agree, perfection is simply a perception, our own particular take of what we see. Nothing is flawless, and everything is flawless; that ours to decide in understanding. I enjoyed that Ralph, most thought provoking. Cheers!