Perfect is boring. Perfect isn't you or anybody else. There's nothing good about perfect.
If no one is perfect, a perfect person would be interesting.
[time]
[No it wouldn't. We know what perfection is because we make it up in our heads. The "perfect" person is just another product of our own damn, beautiful, god-forsaking imperfection. IF THE PERFECT PERSON EXISTED WE WOULD KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THEY WOULD DO ALL THE TIME BECAUSE IT'S WHAT WE WOULD WANT OURSELVES TO DO.]
I like the middle part, starting: "[no it wouldn't...." and yes, time.... we try to live by measuring time... big mistake. big mistake.
The bold print in the last part, not sure why aside from the obvious... lol, what the large print giveth, the small taketh away...etc.
It's hard to hold onto huge stuff. It's heavy, cumbersome, frustrating, unsure.... such is the hugeness of life. It shouldn't be measured because it just is. Time is a constant, yet "things" change within it. Such is our organism, our process... flaw? blessing? something else?
The children do not originally perceive in this way, we teach them...
Your piece here, inspires great discussions, it affects readers... I'd say your "stretching" is successful, in so much as that is.... what you are touching is the source, the muse, the life within time... that's courage, that's humbling, that's the gift of trust and belief.
Doll this is some cold s**t! Trippy yet elegant subconscious rant with one's inner child. Lots of people will experiment this way with form but never have I seen it done in such a successful and artistic way. Unlike most people who do this kind of style, you actually pay just as much attention to content and the always successful result is an ethereal assault to the psyche. 100/100
Perfection is a concept..and one that is only held in ideals of each other..my perfection is not your perfection..your poem is however my perfection :)
I like the middle part, starting: "[no it wouldn't...." and yes, time.... we try to live by measuring time... big mistake. big mistake.
The bold print in the last part, not sure why aside from the obvious... lol, what the large print giveth, the small taketh away...etc.
It's hard to hold onto huge stuff. It's heavy, cumbersome, frustrating, unsure.... such is the hugeness of life. It shouldn't be measured because it just is. Time is a constant, yet "things" change within it. Such is our organism, our process... flaw? blessing? something else?
The children do not originally perceive in this way, we teach them...
Your piece here, inspires great discussions, it affects readers... I'd say your "stretching" is successful, in so much as that is.... what you are touching is the source, the muse, the life within time... that's courage, that's humbling, that's the gift of trust and belief.
"perfectly balanced" and off goes my tangent thought process , pondering how easy it is to balance the mundane , those rails and ruts that easily guide one through the day , then to think of the boredom of watching something on its perfect point waiting for the expected fall , but that is static ... perfection in the flow is grace , the dance in harmonius step with the music of heart ... play the curves let the eye find perfection , run your fingers over the contours and feel perfection , perfection is a smile