There are mistakes. It is not perfect.
It has limitations in this state of doing nothing.
It is run-down. It is flawed. It is wounded.
The weather has blemished its skin.
And yet…
You find there is more to it than meets the eye.
In an inconspicuous way
something like the sun, as if by experiment,
has set its imperfections on fire.
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