Puzzle
Picking up the pieces
of a puzzle never seen
the edges and the center
a mess of human being
the corners and the central piece
the one that always disappears
a puzzle of a million pieces
with each piece holding a thousand new pictures
the puzzle of a human being
the ups the downs
the turn-a-rounds
the happy the sad
new life, death
there is poverty
there is wealth
there is sane and mentally unhinged
the puzzle of a human being
colors of everything
from flowers, tea, rubix cubes and teeth
to costumes, meat, pets, sticky notes and blood
the sum of a human being
could never lie quite flat
so a 3D puzzle is the outcome
the top the bottom
even sides
the end the beginning
the puzzle of the human mind
the life and in the end
the human self
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