The Noose of Perfection

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Stiffly striving for the sublime

Frame twisted for hours of time

How is nature’s beauty held here?

Urges withheld the soul will sear

 

But a body torched by desire

Has its consequences dire

If self-control does disappear

When does God’s cooling hand appear?

 

Live a good mortal life until

Death? Seek silence and be still?

Options leave me stricken with fear

But I surrender to answers unclear.

 

(Sharpened Visions: A Poetry Workshop Assignment #2)

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