As the planes dips and curves over the city below
All at once I am struck by the ingenuity and progress
Represented by the cars and the houses and the roads
Struck by the imagination and wonder
Which served as the catalyst for their creation
Struck by the flaws and foibles
Which inevitably occur in everything human beings touch
Perfect in their imperfection
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what a beautiful framework…”perfect in their imperfection”…