Space You’d Pay Perfection For

Even at our best we’re far away from those images 

of perfection; there is more space between an idea 

and room it needs to fill the place you imagined, or 

yet is that conveniently left out of th’ arrangement - 

yeah like th’ one where we resolve discrepancies a 

Judge unemotionally arbitrates; nothing’s between 

the lines - the vision is proverbially clear & ordinary 

so that where dimensions end, so does the matter 

Tho that flawlessness expressed as an infinity and 

far and away from urbanites o’ reasoning plays no 

ear t’ Druidic monologues, yet th’ Toad droning on 

may seem semantic tantra for space saving; you’d 

need renegotiate room left when you walked away, 

the space you’d pay perfection for so handsomely 

© 20 February 2018, I. D. Carswell