6, 28, 496, 8128 . . .
Perfection is a state devoutly sought,
Evinced alone in mathematics, though.
Reach out for it in other realms, there’s naught
For seekers of this purest state. There’s no
Escaping it: the sciences and art
Collaborate against perfection, since
They tend to undermine and tear apart
Notions we are fond of. Numbers evince
Untrammeled patterns unaffected by
Multifarious factors found in life.
Bold integers, the positives, aren’t sly,
Enumerating all, but never strife.
Results of positive divisors are
Summed perfectly seldom. They are bizarre.