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The Act of Being a Master

No, I am not perfect.

Nor, do I pretend to be.


I live by kind principles and,

A trust of communicated integrity:


It is but a forward set motion

Of filtering and probability~


Concerning adaptive choices,

Virtue and present realities.


No, I am not perfect.

Nor, do I pretend to be.


I fly with care this ultralight;

Embodied of a mindful personality.


I live simply in my own imperfections,

By choice then, those not of others.