The Quest For Perfection
Today,
somewhere in this world,
without fuss or a funerary
prayer, a lifeform
has gone extinct.
It probably passed unnoticed,
its last lonely moment spent
bleeding beneath a log
or gasping in a shallow pond
with its gills clogged with silt
or sliding down the gullet
of a predator.
How brutal the path is,
the sheer waste,
the cruel experimentation
whether mindful or mindless
by something hidden
from us as it pursues
its pointless quest
for perfection.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025
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