To Dwell On the Cusp of PerfectionA Poem by Louis McKrakerTo dwell on the cusp Of perfection, Means to die in the shadows Of obsession. But I―Who have seen my dreams, Thus: pale with grief― No longer reach for the possession Of perfection. Instead―I seek the possession Of affection― And truthfully―nothing more. © 2013 Louis McKraker |
StatsAuthorLouis McKrakerMontpelier, VTAboutFull Name: Louis Issac McKraker Birthdate: November 9, 1984 Place of Origin: Center Point, Alabama Occupation: Poet, Fiction Writer, Journalist Styles: Post-modern, Free-verse, Esoter.. more..Writing
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