The irregular path continues on its
crazed winding way towards goals.
Goals no longer clear as year upon
year emerges another self, newborn.
True cut pieces expertly jigged
are now worn crushed and broken.
Gone the smoothly rounded edges
forming the picture of promised
fidelity and cognitive certainty.
My future once clear, like the
eyes of the old, is now dulled
with severe cataracted affliction.
Through this dimness, straining, a
picture appears. It struggles and
buckles and reveals tempting, ripe
for picking opportunity. Slowly
now i begin to see through the
filmy emnio clearly, that what
was once conjoined, (me a piece
of you, you a piece of me), now
floats free and may one day afix
to those who follow more closely,
the picture. And when my time for
rebirth is no more and the puzzle
is complete there'll be no missing
piece and i won't have to say...
"i wish ...... "
Adding your comment:
