Perfection Screens

When I look through the windows
To near-infinitude
I am chased down pathways
That say: we have what you want
It's here, in the world
All you must do
If find it 
And be right for it
Beauty
Resonance
Righteousness 
And every other deep wish
I refuse to acknowledge
Composes me through history
Where I've been and will go
To make not just something of myself
But that specific picture
In glass and light