Perfection

The longer i stared
the less pleasant it got.
The longer I thought
more the sophistication.
The more I ate the favourite
less palatable it got.
The more I drank the favourite
less delectable it became.
The more I read
More versed I became.
The more I danced
the more I excelled in grace.
The more I spoke
the more fluent I became.
The more i wrote
the more laudable it became.
For,
the ultimatum is that:
the ‘perfection’ is a line of a fine trance
between more and less.

Sheryl Lebbe