Imperfection – Osharlequin (World of Harley)

I was complimented once,
My work extolled,
It’s true,
A perfection praised,
Though it escapes my vision,

Is perfection real?
Is this work truly a magnum opus?
A tour de force,
Or is perfection merely perception?
Our work could be as flawed as ourselves,

One mans treasure,
Is another mans filth,
We do not share eyes,
A sistine chapel to one,
Could be an intantile scribble to another,

Perfect is a dream,
A pure idea,
That flees from us,
At the speed of light,
Escaping our covetous hands,

To my eyes,
My so-called art,
Is as juvenile as my aspirations.

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