Nothing perfect

The sentence breaks ,
the voice falters ,
hand shivers ,
there is nothing whole about
what I say ,
nothing perfect about
this vision of future ,
but , if we listen quietly
for a few minutes ,
to the sound of waves breaking ,
into bits and pieces ,
tinier than
atoms and molecules ,
a thousand million
tragic faces ,
flowing back
like tears
on the face of the shore ,
only to return
inescapably , unretrievably return ,
to the deep abyss
of remaking ,
of renewing ,
only to lift ,
uplift us
to the beauty
that we have never seen.

akash