I want you to be perfect
I want me to be perfect

I am not perfect
and neither are you

I keep looking for the void
    which is nothingness
    which is God

I keep finding life and love
unpredictability, feelings
loss which is void which
    is emptiness
    which is pain
The smile of a child
is the most imposible possession
to hang on to.

What makes sense is all in my head
-- a fine head
What makes no sense is true