life
can be whole
or hole, where half of the whole has been
stripped away, or mislaid
either way, the missing half, whether
good
or bad, leaves
a partial whole, something less than whole
wind & rain pour into
the open hole, comfort & pleasure
fade
so we work
to fill the hole, to make the hole whole
but the missing half was
one of a kind, all else is a square
peg
in a round
hole, time passes, margins erode, whole
lifetimes sputter without
finding the match to light the empty
space
where the hole
is, nota bene, the someone light-
ing the match must be some-
one new making a whole new whole, not
same
old, same old
such a trial to fill that empty hole
might it take forever
to make two halves whole? forget the damn
hole
another way
is not to let the whole fall apart
but that means putting up
with flaws, means life in a broken whole
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