Poem April 17, 2017 Issue

Perfection

Carol Dismore

One day my Father said to me,
“Perfection is infinity.”
I asked Him, “Can You clarify?”
“It can’t be done,” was His reply,
“If clarify means reconcile
To current usage, bent, and style.”

I must abandon limits, then,
Imposed by false beliefs of men.
For imperfections indicate
A limited and finite state.
The universe is here to see!
Perfection is infinity.

—Carol Dismore

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