Fashioned before the verb takes its necessary action,
what is termed as "Perfection"
flares too briefly in the realm of man.
There is no telling "me" from "you,"
or black from white.
Right and wrong, also, cannot apply.
Yet, this Ideal
can never feel
that by which it will soon die.
The very moment of articulation—
even pleasant salutation—
fatally mars the all-too-fragile flawlessness
that exists
at the Beginning.
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