Whoever deemed selfishness a sin, was thinking of others and therefore missed the point.
Flawed from conception, we birthed the quest for perfection,
‘Make something beautiful,’ the voice did insist.
So, we wrench words from the most sacred of spaces, though they’re dirtied on their way down,
the extent, depending on how clean our hands are, surely.
Pronouns will shed light, ciphers then blur meaning,
but the arrogance of capturing reality, really will taint any poetic contribution.