Perfection never pandered to reality.
Well. At least not for me.
Rather, it is the domain of shadowed fakes;
Monarchs of kingdoms of self-deceit.
Blinded by the glare of their peacock pretension,
unwilling (unable?) to see the cracks
in their shells of umbrageous comprehension…
To be shown the truth
as it is,
and not how it’s perceived.
is it only an illusion if it’s never
If perception shapes reality,
then I say perfection
still cannot be,
even for those who persistently strive,
Perfect? In the eternal eye of the
Divinity rarely comes
to those still alive.
Maybe it can be
To so many, it doesn’t matter
if it’s Live or if it’s Memorex.
But it matters to me.
Reality: the (perfect?) regression
of y on x.
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2012