Flawlessly Imperfect

Life is not a difficult puzzle that we finally master

Or a list of goals and possessions we finally acquire

It is the paint spatter outside the lines of disaster

Beautifully radiant where it lies

In the company of one’s own imperfection

Life is not a record of wrongs and rights

Or a long delay before the final curtain

It is then, now, and whenever

Romantically savored, full of flavor

When perfectly happy with imperfection

Life is only devalued when perfect is the standard

And genocidal elite believe their own distortion

Forced entry of the impossible

Societies venom, well-aimed ammunition

Humanities slow burial in the filth of status quo

Life is not an ongoing journey of getting every answer right

Or a painless world that crawls in bed each night

It is a gift of order and disorder, chaos and calm

Lasting no less than one’s own lifetime

Perfectly happy with one’s own, and others, imperfection

~2012 Vaughn Wood