They told him, with pride, to pick
up the broken pieces, instructing
him first which ones to let lie
Striven by a delusion to justify
failures; evidenced by illusory
jigsaws, their incomplete pictures
Putting together those remaining
pieces of his h-e-a-r-t and s-o-u-l,
has left him only another h-o-u-l
Where the sewage of draining
happiness streaks the urn with a
hypnotic flow of verisimilitude
While a choler gale whistles with
incredulity; an obdurate reminder
of eternal, inexorable solitude
art: untitled 36 by Peterio
