The picture taking shape does not resemble the image on the box.
I turn a piece slowly, feeling the edge.
Uneven. Rough.
Does it deceive? Or hold a clue?
I turn it over. A picture there too.
Other hands hold pieces:
bumps and curves.
Potential glimmers. Fingers touch. A fit?
This one? That?
Look deeply to see the Universe in a scrap.
Each one we join is a glimpse.
No need to rush. Place it with care, with care...
Press it in. Feel the planet subtly shift.
Yes. This one goes there.



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