Never-Changing Imperfections

Oh! this is the moment!
The sweet moment of eternity.
So blissful it seems,
but how can it?
No such thing is perfect,
nothing constructed with such elegance such as this.
The sweet air passes through me,
I can feel it sweep through me entirely.
this feeling entrances me,
I question it.
Perfection,
nothing such,
only words of inspiration it seems.
What can contain such perfection?
Our Creator did not make our beloved world perfect,
by chance,
thats it.
Imperfection is the very ground we stand on,
the very air we breathe,
the very beings we are.
Imperfections!
Ah, the sweet smell of desolation,
our so hollow world,
full of shallow creatures!
I, as one of those many imperfections,
am one of them!
So deep in shallow water.
No sense?
Ha! Sense is worthless!
We follow our own intuition,
sense......
nothing,
our own intuition is a lie as well as every other word spoken in every tounge!
Everything!
Key word,
everything......
nothing.......
words.
They are worthless.
It is heart we must strive for.
It is all heart that we have lost!
It is the last and only merit we can strive to earn.
Anything else?
Oh you shallow creature!
Must you ask it?
Have I not said,
words mean nothing!
Oh, you must learn o foul one.
You create this putrid stench before me,
and expect me to listen to your nonsence.
So much to learn,
you insolent little creature,
so feeble.
And why I am I speaking this way?
While I am at a point as low as you?
Possibly lower?
I carry a wisdom you will never gain,
it's impossible to gain.
But yet,
wisdom is yet one more word,
words are equivilent to nonsence,
as I have spokebefore.
Realize!
Take it,
live it,
burn it,
kill it!
Do with it what you want,
we cannot live forever.
I have reached this magnificent moment,
what you have so longed to strive for,
I live it,
I breath it,
Is it nirvana?
Is it hell?
Somehow have I reached crossroads leading to the two?
I have strived for it,
I reached it,
yet you,
stumble upon this cobblestone path,
and expect help in return,
you have created your own misery.
you bear these wounds,
these wounds that will bleed everlasting,
til the last drop will leave you stone cold,
never to return again.
But could that be better?
This Nirvana,
This seemingly perfect Heaven,
could it only be a torturous penitentiary?
Oh, what have i layed myself before,
an everlasting prison.
So-called perfect,
Imperfections!
This most beautiful,
this mesmerizing moment,
it has ended.
Reality floods back to me,
words can only fullfil so much,
you have won this war,
but maybe not so quite.
This confusion!
Will it ever end?
I have stabbed your heart,
I made you bleed once again.
Yet you accept me?
This is wisdom I have never quite so endured,
ever pondered of.
You have become my teacher,
take me to this place I boasted of,
though never quite reached.
I am dazed, confused...
must I go on?
The moment has ended,
the air I breathed hasbeen sucked out of me,
the wisdom once held poured into you,
I was drowned in it,
it escaped through my screaming,
my heartless comments only hurt you,
yet you,
so selfless,
can still hold me close to you.
Words are still only nonsense,
they will always be that way I presume.
And the moment will end as soon as it starts,
perfection will never be,
that is the most nonsense of all.
Perfection.
We are still imperfections,
heaven,is an imperfection,
happening only by chance.
Imperfection, Words of nonsense,
all the same.
Never ending,
never changing.