Imperfection

Shoved deep into my brain
A sudden moment of clairvoyance
My mask is crumbling down my chest

Broken light in crooked dreams
An incomplete frame of motion and color
Not a haunting
Rising chaotic winds
Fractured tornado of visions

Cataclysmic conclusion
Corrupted confusion
There is still nothing to focus
Staring blank into the tunnel
It is somewhere

So what makes something complete
While everything around is wrong?