When I broke into one thousand pieces,
I became a puzzle, as yet unsolved.
No way to put myself back together,
While the complexity still increases.
Please stay away and do not get involved,
For I am no more fixed than the weather:
A shattered picture of gathering clouds,
Over a landscape obscured by shadow.
Unfit for company, this lone pastime
Keeps my brain functioning, away from crowds.
Random flowers scattered on the meadow
Demonstrate my chaotic paradigm:
Each fragment’s independence only mocks
The perfect photograph upon the box.
