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The Perfect Day I believe I lived the perfect day, the ideal greatest day, A day awash in a sunlit brilliance unseen since the first blink of Eden, A day as buoyant as time standing resolutely still in the cool zephyrs- A rarified floating air, cleanly sterilized by a healing divine fire. I can still smell that perfect, utterly resplendent day in 1966. The sky was brilliant and blue like the face of a vain diamond, Redolent of star blossoms brought to earth by armies of the unseen, Their reaching arms uplifted and waving, with undulations of rosewood. I can still feel the magical freedom of living fast and easy on that perfect day. Laughing like a thankful child under a blue blanket of restored faith in goodness, Drenched in the magnificent serenity of sun-lit air on that perfect day in April. I can still remember like a dime what I did on that perfect pristine day, A day dedicated to life and living, like all the other forgettable imperfect days, Days fraught with sickness and confusion with bleached out emotions laid bare. I opened the window that day, and let in the pure perfect air into my old room. The perfect day came inside and reminded me of the imperfect days to follow. I now hear dying children singing like spasmodic seraphim in the hurling sky, Dancing out-of-control, their strange pirouettes amidst yellow and red mud puddles. This perfect day has seen many shriveled faces in the musty cafes, drinking sadness from a cup, Coming back from doctors appointments, and the usual haunts where many lights flash; “Deciding the day is come to leave the old house, this old street, under this undying sun.” It is time now to tidy things up a bit, as this perfect day succumbs to its sealed climax. I stare into a beveled mirror and see a vast universe of imperfection. Perfect chaos. Perfect imperfections that cannot be perfected by any perfect day, any ideal greatest day. I now see the Perfect day! It is but a wispy memory floating like a ghost cloud, Unseen indeed, by the imperfect straw men and women of this perfect Earth!
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