Am i a part of a structure?
a piece too thin to be seen?
am i too absorbed...
to hear the voices surrounding me?
the one's mightier than i,
like the martyrs or the saints;
the loved and the brave,
they accepted me in their piece.

but why am i in the mist?
i, a ship that has sank;
an experiment gone rank;
a pebble on mont blanc;
i must be there
to complete the picture they've made.


and perhaps i'm part of mona lisa's smile.