Unravelling straight lined expectations_5.2
Fools guide to saving the world, part 5
Read on landscape on cellphone
Perfect Imperfection:
Way out there are the mountains of my youth and dreams
Up they stretch green and ginger in all their autumn glory
Mist tumbles down their loins now and I stare breathless
Summers forgotten yet somehow increasingly my pleasure.
They're perfect those mountains, perfect in every way
I'm soaked in a lovers glow and so I run to them again
Up and up I tumble armed with gumboots and a lover lust
But through ditches I stumble left by cows harsh hooves and mouths?
Erosion they call it, a million million years of perfect washed away
In seconds I see the brutal face of my lover scars so deep and violent
Savaged now by the bitter irony of selfishness and pounding tongues
My heart implodes and I curse the gluttony of my own flesh first.
A billion years lost in a single generation of mass production, how sad
Maybe if I look closer in those forsaken grains of sand I get it all back
Clean pure crystals of quartz under a microscope amplified by a hundred
But their glassy smoothness decays the closer I look, they're imperfect too.
Closer still and I am fallling fast into a world of quantum and wonder
Dramatic chaos envelops me now in glorious uncertainty as Einstein flees
Descending faster and faster into increasing madness and peculiarity I fall
Down down down into the upside down I tumble and imperfection overwhelms me.
But those mountains over there they still live in my dreams as hope
Hope of perfect peace and beauty and a place beyond imperfection
Beyond pain. And selfishness. And lawlessness and so I grasp my dream with lust.
