Perfectly Objective Subject

reader reads aloud
objectifying
subjective pleasure of reading

poetry written devoid
of desire to move another’s will
or mold their understanding

every creative work
imperfect
dubious aesthetic

subjective contemplation
on objects
is what we write

everything is imperfect

no sunset so lovely
it couldn’t
become lovelier

gentle breezes
bringing sleep could
bring sounder sleep

contemplators
of paintings and rivers
enjoying books and passing days

dreaming all things
transforming them
into their own being

scribing descriptions
analyses
that become extraneous

tales enjoyed
as if they happened
all in a single perfect day

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