Perfection Per Fiction
To err is human, to air is divine —
so I think sometimes —
but other times I struggle
to find a clear line between the two.
Anyway God,
if he or she did or didn't
fill the Bible with hot air —
check the etymology of inspire —
didn't seem to stop it
from becoming a red herring.
Maybe the desire to be perfect —
that is, other than what we are, human —
is the true error.
Maybe we know what we know,
don't know what we don't know,
know what we don't know and
don't know what we know
all at the same time.
If to err is human
and a human ways him or herself
on another's idea(l) of balance
and is no longer found wanting,
is his or her perfection then an error,
a low turn on the high weigh of humanity?
Maybe I'm full of hot air.
Maybe being human is our perfection
and divinity is per fiction.
Maybe our need to be perfect —
wrought of our obsession with seeing
humanity,
error,
humanity in error,
error in humanity —
is the true red herring,
of which the Bible's (and/or our) air/err
are but too scales.
so I think sometimes —
but other times I struggle
to find a clear line between the two.
Anyway God,
if he or she did or didn't
fill the Bible with hot air —
check the etymology of inspire —
didn't seem to stop it
from becoming a red herring.
Maybe the desire to be perfect —
that is, other than what we are, human —
is the true error.
Maybe we know what we know,
don't know what we don't know,
know what we don't know and
don't know what we know
all at the same time.
If to err is human
and a human ways him or herself
on another's idea(l) of balance
and is no longer found wanting,
is his or her perfection then an error,
a low turn on the high weigh of humanity?
Maybe I'm full of hot air.
Maybe being human is our perfection
and divinity is per fiction.
Maybe our need to be perfect —
wrought of our obsession with seeing
humanity,
error,
humanity in error,
error in humanity —
is the true red herring,
of which the Bible's (and/or our) air/err
are but too scales.





slightly edited at 11:36
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also changed "two scales" to "too scales" at 11:55
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This poem is both perfection and per fiction. I see that you are now airing and not erring.
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zees ees sehr gut. yr honor roll.
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i always tell myself i'd be a better self if only i would remember what i know and act on it. instead, i learn a lesson, forget it after awhile, learn again, forget again. i'm never all i could be, always slip sliding back and catching up with myself. if being human is to err, then human i am, even though i'm a mutant.
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It's true that nobody's perfect, but I find that there are many imperfect people that are perfect for me. Their imperfections are what allow me to feel, to love, to share, to give and to relate. Without these imperfections, so many would be to far above me to ever reach. There is someone that I often tell, "You are perfect in your imperfection." Without imperfection there would be nothing left to be desired.
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