we are bound


bewildered
and contorted
and straining


moving

our pieces around
passing them along
person to person
expert and novice
stranger and muse
trying to make them fit


hoping someone will have the answer
we are looking for


all the pieces
in my hand,
in your hand,
don't even
lock into place.


reminding me
that you cannot unbreak it

it doesn't matter
who broke it
or who owns it

just make it fit
or find your pieces stolen

accept imperfection
or suffer
internally
eternally



the black tide creeps up

NB @ 12:17 PM

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