People want
a perfect solution;
one
to rule them all.
I want
a perfect solution;
one ring.
There's a simple
elegance
to this.
But the world,
the human world
is rarely so
elegant.
Instead
it is a mirage,
beautiful
from afar; yet nearer,
so many
tiny
sand
grains
slip through
fingers
like so many
tiny
failed
pills.
The day still moves
perfect or otherwise.
My bread rises
with the day's
concerning heat
as the dog
[im]patiently
reminds me
that it's time
to worry
no more, outside.
I've proposed
and accepted
less than perfect
solutions today.
There is peace
in small progress.
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