MAYBE THE MESS

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.