I've been sifting through
fragmented parts of my
life and this puzzle
doesn't seem to make
sense

But I know time
cut the edges and
scaled them to size,
to fit in such a
way that nothing is
wasted

Thus bend and break
still as I might,
I can change only
the number of shapes
I'll sustain, piece by
piece

all of me has already been made
the whole picture remains unscathed
everything will be put to use here