Seeking after perfection
with lines of poetry
perfectly formed
Clearing a blockage
choking the trochee
wit a jolt upon a stump
The field expedient method
truncates verse, rhyme and stanzas
budding, each leaf is a poem
Like artificial intelligence
in the stomach of creativity
issued wing forth perfect gas clouds
Duplicates without flaws are perfect
replicas of things for-themselves
being themselves as they were
War’s aesthetic judgments
of battlefield’s gestalt Napoleon thought perfect
while a Colonel regarded horror.
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