It’s not really a question of perfection.
That was ruled out long ago in someone’s garden.
In the West there are valleys with great monuments
waiting to greet us with open arms.
There are vast underground cities
with small dog-like creatures bobbing up and down.
The road is just there in front of us,
let’s take it before the world collapses.
The body’s inertia is not the whole story of life.
Something outside the room has the gravity to pull us
into the desert air. The sun will be good for us.
Drying out the thick humid parts of our brains,
giving us space to take in the
beauty of what is just below the surface.