Volition

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Perfection bores those souls who attain,

In sleeker surfaces, those they should refrain from. 

Life sending in the shining objects beyond compare, 

And lures into while an unkept edge pops up, with a blunted score. 

And like an athlete trained in new sneakers, 

Outplayed in the race to one in old sneakers.

History epitomised the episode of Eve’s life exam,

Distressed, we find an erroneous soul in open palm.

Her choice remained mere individual stunt, yet unique,

And serpent hung aloft sublimely pique.

A lofty contrast welcome change, proposed he, 

Dangling down hissed curiously at Eve, 

Awaking her to something discordant, 

From the mundane perfection of contentment.

And she stared at the curious snake,

Who cocked his body winsome for her sake.

She is the first seek experience,

redeeming cycle to an act of innocence.

And churns today within everyone,

Upwelling emerging like a bright rising Sun.

Assuming imperfection of life’s melancholy,

Stands necessary to break the cacophony. 

Allowing all the fallen to redeem,

In-turn creates the note in soul’s gleam. 

Life continues to get lured into, 

Allegedly erroneous volitions.