Perfection is an illusion, our delusion,
and its wickedest counterpart, is Forever.
And in vials, sit poisons of Perception—
we take and give way to their sways.
We die, slowly, surely; some die faster,
within, and the lucky rise from pits within,
imPerfect, and Forever lost to time,
Perception, in new vials, with CAUTION.
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Benie is a poet and fiction writer, living in Nairobi, Kenya. He shares thought-provoking discussions, and occasionally does spoken word poetry and plays. Benie is also a freelance content and article writer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry.