Maybe the mess

is a flavor

of perfection.

I don´t know.


Is a flavor

peregrine or stoic?

I don´t know

the nature of anything.


Peregrine or stoic,

everything wanders.

The nature of anything

is fidget or die.


Everything wanders:

even a cathedral

is fidgeting. Die

and you still decay.


Even a cathedral

is a wilderness.

And you still decay

looking for something.


Is a wilderness

of perfection

looking for something?

Maybe the mess.