I couldn’t make all the pieces fit,
So I threw one away.
No expectations of success now,
None of that worry.
The remaining pieces seemed
to seek their companions.
A design appeared.
I could see the connection
Between the overgrown path
And the dark castle on the hill.
Something in the middle, though,
It would have been important once.
I wouldn’t have been able to sleep
[Spotted on Jonathan Carroll’s blog 8.13.09]