Perfect worry a poem

Endlessness and satisfaction
Perfection worries me most
Although to be clear
The moon splayed

Conversing myself plans
Two moons not quite
Always frequencies
Cancer cures and signals

Out of touch
The processing replete
Days on emit
Fly there

Landings leaks lies good
Moon dust shields
Fragrant
Semi guild greys

Standing with air
It fills the blank spaces
Selection printed page
Krone mirror defer

Encased steel beam
Holding up the compost heap
Cheap noodles
Bad nights musicality

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