Imperfections

Have you come across this poem :
I love uncertain gestures :
someone stumbles,
someone else bangs his glass
can’t remember,
gets distracted ........................................ ....................

The whole object makes no sound,
has no voice,
only moves.
But here the apparatus,
the play of parts,
has given way,
a piece breaks off
declares itself.
Inside, something dances.

• Magrelli

I have not read a more beautifully expressed poem about imperfections ....I think we , all the time, get confused with beauty and perfection... beautiful things are not perfect and perfect things are not beautiful :)