How the Light's let In (An imperfect poem)

Everything lacks perfection
In the smallest particle there’s a flaw
Imperfection is our protection
Imperfection’s an immutable law

There’s a tiny crack in everything
But tis how the light’s let in

There exists no perfect circle
An impossibility, a linear line
Nor persists a faultless square
Nor a truly enlightened mind

Yet.. There’s a tiny crack in everything
And tis how the light’s let in

There’s no such thing as perfection
There’s no such condition as ‘just right’
No such thing as exact recollection
No such thing as ‘perfect sight’

there’s a tiny crack in everything
No matter how wide or thin
It’s the flaw that keeps the dark without
And tis how the light’s let in

poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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