I sought perfection in everything I saw
They marred, in blurry images,
It was the ugly alone in that draw
The structure, the symmetry, the sync
That had framed its works in my mind
All those contours that passed through me
they zigzagged in that frame
it was only the skewed that I got to see.
Then I sought rawness in what came by me
In those layers deep beneath
There was more to what I thought beauty could be
Beyond the myths, the mythical
There was the touch of purity
‘twas imperfections personified
Like the ascetic’s ascent to the deified
Yet it touched my mind, it was openness
The “crystalline ” turning fluid
And nothing but bliss that settled
The beauty of my universe!
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