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the pieces of the puzzle are moving slowly
they rotate
they inundate with doubt
what is it about
‘why can’t we move faster’
‘i don’t see what this has to do with anything’
‘i can’t bear it’
the pieces shudder
the pieces scream
the formless are formed and locked into place
‘that can’t go there’
‘i don’t want to be here’
they run but they stay in the same place
the more they try the more they fail
it’s all a train so long derailed
they pound the glass
they shriek through the bars
but the pace is the same
the pace is the same
there is no hurry
for there is no time
the masterpiece is already in place
all of this, just trails of space
the tail of a star long ago

-m.p. 07/12/2016