#1792 - imperfecting myself

 

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imperfecting myself

a daily practice

 

it has become second nature

 

some may think that it’s lazy of me

I ought to try harder

possessed as I am

to strive and do

 

to become less than ideal

 

the way a calendar ticks off

for prison

or notch the wall

uninvent

 

had to think all of this down

 

I am always finding fresh blemish

ways, means never considered before

 

I diminish

I scratch out the eyes

and the light on the hill

 

was born in the garden

now am less

 

it’s a quotidian thing

you wake to the ache

go on

 

of course there are distractions

but I keep at it day by day

 

every day

in every way

I am imperfecting myself

 

a gradual, deliberate thing

this running down

 

I shed light as I go

 

world’s more and less every day too

 

you’ll see the decline

how we’re in this together

 

you know it’s going to be a fizzer

the names won’t matter

 

we have goals in common

 

game plan’s to not be at all