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Idea(l)
A poem is defined
by its inability
to find the perfect rhyme.
Like love, it's compromise,
and the original vision
is never obtained.
Precision is sacrificed
at the intersection
of imperfection and ideal,
where the ensuing collision
knocks our train of thought
clean off its wheels.
And all we can do
is sift through the wreckage
for fragments
of the flawless message
we once could feel.
But in essence,
the semblance is minimal;
a melody recalled,
cloudily,
of a song
once revealed.
An epiphany
sealed in a flaw...
