perfec'

why do the gods and all the eternal elements

give rise to souls with utter perfection to walk and dwell

before eyes of souls such as mine?

The Perfection chokes me

and are the possessors aware of their effect

or do they just draw mils of cold breath away from my lungs

without any knowledge of doing so

But,

I yearn to experience that perfection,

To feel that click in time

Like space is stretching while

motion warps out like a taut elastic band