The Riddle
The other half of something-
Does it equal something, in itself,
Some kind of whole, or always half,
Needing that sum, that total?
Or is it that hand clapping
In the forest- was it supposed to be one- maybe
Pushing air towards an incredible void meeting it
The phantom pain they talk about
On the other side…
Are there pieces that sprinkle off, particles of the whole,
And are they always portions now sprung forth
Into the atmosphere, spiraling into
An exploded universe
Seeking their completeness
Somewhere else and
In some other time.
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