Perfect incomplete
Like mountains
driven up,
eroded,
every day we rise
and fall back down.
Emerging in space,
held by time,
releasing the past
for something new.
Always arriving
and on the way out,
we are the perfect
incomplete.
Like mountains
driven up,
eroded,
every day we rise
and fall back down.
Emerging in space,
held by time,
releasing the past
for something new.
Always arriving
and on the way out,
we are the perfect
incomplete.