Appearance
They say there was a bang
And Earth appeared
In a black blanket
Of billowing stars,
Shimmering gas.
Then we did,
Erect in a crooked world,
Painting love on the walls,
Carving survival in stone.
Prometheus came
With his hands cupping stolen fire.
It kept us warm,
But we already had our own,
Dancing, glowing flames that burned
Our insides with passion
Hunger,
Life.
We were imperfect
And yet we weren't.
For who else on this earth
Makes poetry from stardust,
Creates stories spun from the web
Of a person's dreams?
And so we are perfect
Because we dream.
You see, we are - I am - flawless.
Flawless in desire, flawless in survival.
Flawless like the titan who stole
The embers of the gods.
Flawless like the bard who wrote
The stars into his sonnets.
Flawless like the man who made
The Earth,
Crooked as it is,
Flawless enough
For me.