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#wearetheflawless


they took it all

the ones with their faces everywhere

they took the magazine cover and they took

his home-screen and they

thought they took over everything.

All the other people in line were staring at her Vogue perfect face

but,

I'm too busy thinking about you

pray-thinking

about the way You pick me up the way You

say you've loved me forever and the way you

will love me always

we are the ones who forget it

i forget that You don't make things broken

You make fixing things

beautiful things

you make people and

they call you Creator.

 

I've tried that,

tried creating with my fingers on the keys and my foot on the pedal

and my heart somewhere up close to You

and my fingertips are telling you

thank you for grand pianos

my fingertips are hugging you so hard

on those keys that

perfection is closer to these sounds coming from my heart than

her lungs are to oxygen

we're all a part of this air of this something

You tell me we're a part of You

a part of together

parts that don't break

parts that you made perfect

but we forget sometimes.

 

Heaven made us right

Hurt made us strong

I'm making rhythm the way that she makes pavement fly beneath her feet The way that

you love

The way his hands make pictures

The way her voice believes, and believes in,

We are the scarred

The scared

The broken-burning-angry

You made perfect

souls so

Thank You.

 

I don't stare for beauty I search for your perfection

home-made

in a keyboard

in smiles with crooked teeth

the foot of this ADHD kid tapping time

for hopes that grow kindness

in flaws making us real

for details

working bodies

love

 

I'm thanking humanity for the broken ones

that give dreams and hope

she calls that machine perfect, well

 

we've got hearts not power cords

my memory card doesn't have a limit

we're alive

and that Vogue cover is not

these shoes never will be

these piano keys are breathing through my lungs not their own

breathing my life

because flawless is a state of being

a human condition

a side-effect of souls

and heartbeats

let's get used to it

live for it--

flawless--

let's just

let ourselves

remember.

 

 

 

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