Alles In Ordnung

Shallow Fixations

Obsessed, fixated with perfection, most of all physical perfection

Constantly, I literally sculpt myself

A window has just been cleaned,
Not a spot or a glint on the frame.
Not a smudge or a streak.
Not anywhere.

From outside its

Perfection has no connection in a world full of error
Where precision dances on a plain of mishaps for my sister and brother
Causing

Even after a putrid and horrid throw
One can shepherd an acute goal
Guide it with your mind into the nest that’s within