Perfection

When the perfect line appears, where was it?

Space has always been there, but where was that perfect line that defines it?

It's perfect shape, hidden treasure.

It's proportion and balance.

The imperfect culmination.

Beauty. Perfect in its impropriety.

The treasure sought.

Nothing is to be touched.

It is a game of proportions and deformations.

It's a feeling.

It's poetry.