Poesía XLVII (english)

a fulfilled life. all your wishes
home, drink, hearth
love, peace, health
temporary, yet now
its real
looks illusory, why?
illusion in perfection
in remembering, daily
The PERFECTION
(uppercase)

mighty idea, yet
a violent one

all, void. joined. absorbed
too far
thus like illusion

there is but a form and a counter
fore and background
your eyes undecided

hard to top
topping is treachery
point being, in perfection
there is no top
(thanks Gödel)