Where nothing is relative,
You see the flaws inherent.
Since perfection exists,
Its absence is apparent
In varying degrees,
But any separation
Is in some form
An absolute negation.
If perfection is beauty,
Then the closer you reach
Toward the standard
Across the breach,
The greater the emanation
Of undiluted splendor
Illuminates the vile
Unto knowledge and surrender.
And perhaps, per hopes,
You bear a greater reflection,
Of the unattainable,
Unavoidable perfection
That radiates all light,
Encompasses all flame,
Breathes all life,
And speaks your name.
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