The imperfect and the beautiful.

 

There are imperfect things
in the world and
they are imperfect
and ugly, like cars
with batteries that go flat
gears that wear down
doors that sag and flop

Their age is a movement
towards forgotteness
towards cessation
towards expiry.

And there are imperfect things
that like you are beautiful
with incompleteness
with uncertainty
with doubt

Your age is a movement
towards knowing
towards understanding
towards completeness
and towards connection.

Maybe I can be beautiful too.