The flaws were accidental I assure you
Except possibly in the sense
That one must perceive an error to forebear rectifying it
So don’t give me so much credit as to assert
That I am successfully avoiding perfection

As if defect were an event to be recounted
Like the grilled eggplant objectively underdone
But neither is it a state of mind
It wavers there in the moiré nodes
Shimmering in the space between waves and particles

The opposite of failure is success
But a flaw is a something while a perfection is not
What do you make when you don’t make a mistake
And I don’t mean a neutrality
These are issues of vital personal importance to me

Our universe no doubt one of many
Presents itself in extraordinary flux
Which in turn our massive social brain
Having been devised over millennia of problem solving
Reconstructs as simple cause and effect

We calculate trajectory
Defining incomprehensible unknowns as bodies
We compass the planets
Configuring all change as story
Even the pretty lie of agency