Perfection is not Human

Perfection is not a human trait
There are perfect moments
Pure synchronicities 
Idyllic memories 
Faultless truths
None of these are built 
With human hands

Perfection is otherworldly 
Supernatural
Everything else is flawed

The colors of nature
The changing of the seasons
A French Bulldog hanging his head
Out of the window of a car
Just exhilarated by the ride
The moon, sea, and wildflowers 
Never asked humans for a single thing

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