Perfection is absence of mark or flaw,
Perhaps a blank white page or field of snow,
Pale skin so smooth, not partially burned raw,
Proud nature, untamed by man’s axe or hoe.
Eden was an idea designed to show
Even God’s own creature was now in sin,
Ending natural balance, made to go
Ever further from happiness within.
Religion, art, mathematics, even,
Regret the expulsion and struggle for
Return to harmony, although we know
Realistically, that it has never been.
For to see worldly chaos, eyes abhor;
False shapes, cave shadows, once seen by Plato.
Mon 2 July 2007
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