Perfection
Perfection exists
in the realm of nothingness.
No person has ever seen it,
no object has ever touched it;
There is no proof of perfection.
Does perfection exist?
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Notes: This poem was (admittedly) written very quickly. I have a lot of school work to get done tonight, but if I finish early I may revisit the prompt (or write something off prompt) to make up for it.
