The Essence of Perfection
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I haven't written anything
Since you've come into my being.
Suppose you've taken my talents with you?
I do not care,
For my artistic hands
Have other journeys to venture on.
I must
Dig out a place for you
Inside my temple
So you have somewhere to breathe
While I'm away.
And when I return
What beautiful music we shall play.

I must find the electric epicenter
To plug myself into
To keep from overflowing
And throwing the world
Off balance.

I don't believe existence is ready for us.

Suppose we escape to the world where we belong?
The world here I found you.
Home is where they understand you
Where we are the angels of tomorrow.

Everyday is a new lifetime.

And from this new world
I have known love,
And from that
I have witnessed
The essence of perfection.
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