The sky is just there
defying all boundaries
Yet you try to frame it
with the bars of windows
that limit your grasp
of the firmament
The ocean flowing ceaseless
between the masses of land
and shores undecided/ unsure
Yet you feel the need to name
and divide the waters,
some Atlantic, some Pacific
The time flows timeless
For you nights
and some days
And years arbitrary
trying in vain to cleave eternity
In the quest for wholeness
You end up courting
only the boundaries
that limit the limitless
For perfection is
inherently imperfect
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