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Perfectionism
All neatly tied
In a little row so straight
Swinging to and fro
So perfect and so neat
Each one delicately created
Each one sourcing life
Through the perfect
Living harmony
Where creation
Understands the night
Understands the day light
Understands the prayers
That bring all life into harmony
Where each prayer flag will often stare
Into our governing blind side
Into our governing sight
Into our governing perfection
Imperfect as the night
A right and gracious view
Flies through these
Wisdom chains
Never looking at perfection
Through the minds
Limited claims..
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