Life, a jigsaw puzzle,
of time and space
various sizes and various shapes
some pride, some disgrace
some fun, some woe
some friends, some foe
shuffling itself
fast so much
what remains is but
an intangible touch.
Today’s world
a dream otherwise
unmanifasted, non-existent
nothing solid, all void
and discreet
in space and time
no permanence, no continuance
no logic, seems magic
all moments, unintegrated
all places, not related
all on their own,
all alone.
But in memories
they accumulate
as a bulk,
mushy conglomerate
feel their touch,
not solid,
but inexplicable,
intangible and void.
7th June 2004