Imperfect Paradox Of Perfection Poem by Broken Shell

You know, it's not what we look like now, naturally.

It's how we'll be when we're across the finished line.

Yet, because it's already been done in the future,
we possess it now by that faith and knowledge of what will be
and what is because of what is done.

So I'm complete already, finished throughly for every good work
as perfect as it gets this side of the streets of gold and pure river.

And yet...