Imperfections

You love the things you love
For what they are
Theres no such thing as worth
No less no more

Your flaws most of all sparkle
Only your concepts regard them
As marginal
Partial to right or wrong

Your best qualities
Are these imperfections
It's our gift to the rest
If we could just express them

In essence, what connects us
Discovering together
Our pilgrimage
To loving transcendence

Like birds of the air
Drifting so gentle
Not against the wind
But with its trajection

We collide at odds
Such harsh, vitriol
Without honest awareness
That we're all in the same boat

Floating in the cosmos
We're all made of stars
Yet we can not revolve
Without another's orbit

So harness your form
Take course and shine
So bright we light up
The entire night sky

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