In a place of perfect imperfection,
Where no intention is intended,
Lay the obvious secrets I have.
The enigmas of my entire existence are scattered orderly on the floor,
Telling of my deepest darkest mysteries,
Showing the scheme behind the seemingly unknown,
Forging the intricacies of my strengths and weaknesses, hopes and fears.
One look would provide a glimpse into what I am.
A gaze would see the psychological wall built to keep others out.
An observation would begin to untangle to process of my thoughts.
And a lifetime would take my imperfections,
Turn them upside down, and knock me off course,
Spinning towards you,
Who looked at the whole puzzle,
And fit all the pieces perfectly into place.
11/26/02
