Good portions of particulars and ideas …
like jigsaw pieces,
one into the other,
offering a more accurate view of the picture.
locking one inside the other.
Nesting tightly together,
embracing each other,
longing to melt inside and fuse…
Not discerning the lines dividing:
Pressing to meet…
the gap through which air flows,
the pores that let us breathe,
that now are one with the skin.
One with the dividing lines,
other particulars to fuse
and embrace within.
beliefs to let in.
Is there enough space ever?
For all of these?
Is there space or is it all already filled?
Why can’t we see its all well mixed together to begin with?
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