Jigsaw

What matter is it, what lives, and what dies, if we are all one in the same?

All shards of the same ethereal whole,

Puzzle pieces in an endless sea of incompatability,

It's maddening to believe that any other existance besides our matching pairs should have any forbearence on our lives.

But when looked upon as a whole,

Even the farthest reaching absences poke holes in our fragile jigsaws.

 

 

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