%) Perfection in vain beseeched

Ever iridescent
loftily Perfection soars
allure effervescent
unmoved by he who implores

Through ages in vain beseeched
humans have grasped for Perfection
Hotly pursued, rarely reached
adamant in its rejection

Crimped as by pitiless pliers
or hammered flat on anvil, yammered
then thrown on futility’s fires
Still pursues our species enamored

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