There is a certain perfection won
Within a range of possibilities
And yet another perfection
That goes beyond them
We play the game perfectly
With the words we're given
But then suddenly new letters announce
A whole other language
I've learned a certain compassion
For my shame a perfect sense
Of my imperfections and where
To trespass my trespasses
But only words win the game of words
The imperfectly wonderful words
That can only hint and end up
In perfect silence and restraint
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