Existem, Respectare

Were I wrought perfection's image
Goal of present self in mind
What does perfection longingly desire?
All that is lack,
Would I become?

Knowing single state existance
Master of fault, and folly
Stave joy, my feral hunger,
Would I know true contentment.


To understand, to know
To know; will you risk becoming?

Shall we nought be patterned
Perfect in imperfection
For when is there beauty in striving?
That which is attainable, knows not.