A Jar
May 17, 2011
These little scrapes and scratches
the little things to hide
As
Imperfection
They make me
They take me
Only they appear
As
Imperfection
But the space
thought to be contained
Is unaffected
Shining clear with it´s emptiness
The little scrapes and scratches, the things to hide
Are really only our hiding place in the forefront of our Eye
Imperfection
On the surface of the Jar
But within
only space inside
Ignoramuses Anonymous 