The Perfect Prototype

It heals, when it feels, because it fulfills;

A space, in a place, of grace;

This restriction, of a conviction, thus much crucifixion;

A reign, of chain, like Cain;

 

Twas first, and fast, but cursed;

A moment, in a pavement, of torment;

If only time, could sublime, so I could mime;

Now it’s a sin, to be seen, in the scene;

 

As sure, as pure, was the cure;

A phantom, even Adam, couldn’t fathom;

Like a bread, from a friend

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About Kabue Charles

As a software architect, I am specialized in .NET and JavaScript. As an entrepreneur, I invest my time, money, energy and will in creating things that will make lives better. As a philosopher, I learn about happiness, people and my environment. As a poet, I write about human transcendence. As a man, I am modest moralist, a centrist, a progressive evolutionist and a man of quotable quotes

Posted on November 5, 2015, in poem and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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