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The imperfect perfection

I have found the perfect imperfection
In the imperfect perfection
And satisfied dissatisfaction
In dissatisfied satisfaction
I have found courage’s fear
In fearful courage.
And desperate hope in
hoping desperateness.
I have found rising knowledge
Behind dropping nescience.
And living truth
Behind dead lies
I have found more in less,
Less in nothing
And everything in something
I have found the unknown
Beyond the known
And the possible
Beyond the impossible

And I have found me
A perfect imperfection
Of a courage’s coward
That lives the impossible possibilities
A pessimistic optimist
That sees even blind
In nothing something.