Fragmented Thoughts

My fractured head, my rough- hewn eyes Dismembered parts of a dissociated mind My body severed like Kandinsky’s art. Spread across a canvas Corner to sharp corner Leave no space unfilled But nothing touches, Nothing resembles its former self Yet all pieces can see all others Contained for now Within the borders of a frame But floundering in a cosmos of A jagged life. Let all the pieces land. Ephemeral in the sand Here today, gone tomorrow, But no, it seems a sharded edge must cut another slice of day Bring in a cello, a vase of deathly violets Obscurise them, nothing can be what it was From the Old Order must be drawn a New Meaning