Jigsaw

Cut tight, in nodes and hollows, lay the bits -
Cut from what vision? They cannot divulge,
Each hollow gouged in negative, to fit
Another's clumsy curvature of bulge,
But just one other piece - but only one.
The panic of the color on it's face
An empty shred of reverie, undone
Into a cipher in it's place.
Now - suturer - the mutual wound fulfill!
Leave hollowness below, behind, beside:
A larger fragment - but a fragment still,
And still a larger figure left to find.
Two lossy souls, stitched heart to heart, make one:
One lossy soul - As lost as if undone.

1/25/09