How perfect the imperfect.
That loud silence. That
luminous darkness.
What a beautiful ugliness. That rarity
normal.
That day the night. That hot
coldness.
That liar truth. That
high low. What baseness
high.
That black is white.
That infinite moment.
eternally fleeting. That
live the dead.
That dream real. That
my unconscious conscious. That
impurity so pure. That
locked out.
That sure my question.
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