Thursday, October 8, 2009

Where is the Glue?

I sit among pieces of paper,

furniture and pieces of men:

there is no full human here.

But beyond the reaches of my ken,

is there someone whole and real?

I am a piece, I have seen

my other pieces too:

I wonder how I did disintegrate.

Now I wish to be whole again,

Where is the Glue?

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