Constellation
It’s 4 a.m.
Under the stars
Amassing my torn cloth of life,
Sewing it with the thread of cold breeze,
Embroidering our constellation,
To make my life,
A piece of perfection
It’s 4 a.m.
Under the stars
Amassing my torn cloth of life,
Sewing it with the thread of cold breeze,
Embroidering our constellation,
To make my life,
A piece of perfection
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The poem titled “4 a.m. Perfection” delves into the quest for beauty and fulfillment amidst solitude. Through vivid imagery, the speaker immerses themselves in the quietude of the early morning, beneath the expansive night sky. Their life, symbolized by torn cloth, undergoes a process of restoration as they sew it with the metaphorical thread of the cold breeze. This act of mending represents the healing power of nature and the speaker’s desire for personal transformation. The connection between the speaker and the celestial realm is strengthened as they embroider their own constellation, merging their experiences with the cosmic tapestry. Ultimately, the speaker seeks not flawless perfection, but rather a sense of purpose and harmony within their own existence. The poem captures the profound beauty that can be found in the stillness of the night and the longing for a meaningful life aligned with the wonders of the universe.