What can lead to perfection sometimes can be seen
As the goal, which is fallacy. Time must elapse,
And a series of right steps performed in a way
That is free of anxiety throughout each day.
Absoluteness is not worth the trouble, perhaps,
For the path is a paradoxical ravine.

Mathematical constructs are used to convey
How a process is doing in graphic detail.
Digital is their nature, so they often lie.
Since they represent humans, they spit in the eye
Of the data-starved user who can but prevail
With a lying assed image that’s put on display.

Restoration to Order, the task now at hand,
Is a right and a blessing, as well as duty
In connection with the spirit of humankind.
Deeds done in desperation revealed as maligned
Speak Perfection of Progress, as all get to see
Truest colors of demons from the evil land.

It’s like watching a movie. I’d seen the preview
In my recurrent dreaming of when hell would end.
As it plays out, the wise one will let the clown act
Like the petulant loser pissed off that he’s sacked.
There’s perfection in justice as people defend
What so many have died for. Progress does ring true.