Imperfection

In the endless void of night, Giant shadows take the fight Into the realm of intuition, Setting wrecks of reason free, Drugs and dreams, no guarantee To shrink the risk of retribution. And as the fog of dawn descends, It seeds nocturnal odds and ends With fatigue, the all pervasive Early morning wrapping paper, Shoebox lovers, home escapers, Weathered vanes become evasive. Artists rescue broken crosses, Resurrecting heartfelt losses, Carried in the undertow Of tidal force, the giver takers, Guided to the hands of nature, Repairers of the ebb and flow, Morning walkers, wolves and crows, The stillness of their yoga pose, All belong and have connection, We know it, but it surely must, Go around and return with trust, The iconic cross of imperfection.