A Puzzle, Human

I’ll publish another article eventually. Promise! For now, poems galore!

Puzzle half-done on the table

On the box a luring label

Must needs finish, I am able

Piece together person stable

The edges begin to coalesce


Work my way towards interior

Making whole this form inferior

Motives pure and not ulterior

Parts connect in whole superior

Close to the middle, nearing success


Coming to the puzzle’s core

Fragments complex to the fore

Task uneasy unlike of yore

Parts do scatter to the floor

Piecefully interrupting progress


At long last the puzzle I forsake

To grim reality I awake

A world both unsimple and opaque

My tinkering thirst at last I slake

To each their own; this I now profess