Vulpecula

When will the seekers learn
There’s no such thing
As one perfect thing

There are different
Kinds
Of perfect

Some you can taste
Some you can hear
Some you can see

And some that give you
A funny feeling
All on its own

Like being adrift
In the Bootes Void
On a derelict

Like buckshot stasis
Outside when rain
Needles your skin

Perfects
No perfect
Or imperfect

Like destiny in your hands
As you tug on the filament
Of galaxy walls

A great woods
For a great camping
Trip in nowhere

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