Partial Beings
We are the partial beings--
half of this, a quarter of that,
a slice, a pinch, a dollop
of reality, or fantasy,
yet nothing adds up to a whole, not
even when we dance in our dreams.
We always feel the hole,
long for the missing parts.
So we try money or politics
or religion or sex
to make a patch--
to make us one.
if Hell or hells are a falling.
a falling apart, will Heaven
be where we finally ARE?
(posted 2/6/15)
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