Splintering the absolute
into small, uneven shards
I can hold, set down,
recall, be haunted by;
mismatching its pieces,
mistaking one for the other,
a few for the whole,
obscured at every try.
Splintering the absolute
into small, uneven shards
I can hold, set down,
recall, be haunted by;
mismatching its pieces,
mistaking one for the other,
a few for the whole,
obscured at every try.
Poems from in between 
2 responses to “A piece at a time”
Yes, yes. ❤ Really perfect with the first and last lines.
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Thank you! I have my doubts …
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