Perfection Poem by Nick Kasparie

It beckons us all
It creates a place inside our hearts
That burns within, a beacon
Spanning miles of stormy seas

It is an outcropping:
A place above the rest.
We cannot help
But look it in the knees

In its evasion, we find despair
We’ll never reach the peak,
And so we lose our flashing spark,
Look down to feel above

From below, we see ourselves
Since now there is no more
A higher place than us to see;
We’ve killed our fiery core