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Imperfectionism

Imperfectionism

Of all the complex interactions
we endure every day,
leading to unsatisfactory
outcomes in this terminal, strange
existence, living someone said,
the occasional light of laughter
with another human being
conquers all. Then we're dead.

We strive to do the best we can.
It is sometimes easy, sometimes not.
It's sometimes more bewildering than
our contemplation of the starlight
or the depths of all the oceans,
the things we know, or have forgot.

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