I died without my quota made,
The puzzle still unsolved.
I saw a pattern, pieces fit,
But never found an edge.
So death provided boundaries -
Beyond it was a void -
Except for what I’d left undone,
Those jigsaw asteroids.
And so I hope that there will be
A consciousness out there
To pick up pieces that I missed
And make my life all square.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 9:26 AM UTC
I died without my quota made,
The puzzle still unsolved.
I saw a pattern, pieces fit,
But never found an edge.
So death provided boundaries -
Beyond it was a void -
Except for what I’d left undone,
Those jigsaw asteroids.
And so I hope that there will be
A consciousness out there
To pick up pieces that I missed
And make my life all square.
In the style of . . . oh, you know who.