perfection in poetry

Perfection’s only perfect for a second.
Perfection will always stagnate.
Perfection in the mirror expires
before it even sees its own reflection.
Perfect’s outmoded the moment things change.
Don’t try to be perfect just grow instead.
Grow your compassion, your heart, grow strange.
Go in the path of love, allow it to rearrange.
Your mind your soul your spark your experience
devotion to nostalgia just leaves you delirious
you gotta evolve, push come to shove
resist attachments that lead you to hate
embrace the arms that wage love.
Embrace the arms that wage love
release definitions you were once told of
smash the tyranny of perfect and
wage love wage love.