

I know the pieces fitPieces fall to the barren earth Clicking, thinking, fitting in Painting the sign of another rebirth And a death at the hands of the wind Their light is lit, the symbol is shown But the path remains barren and cold What is there in seeking the already known Found the doorway but can’t find the key Chains locked, the gateway is shut Buried in sand, lost in debris Ka-thunk! I look to my left at the pile of junk Crash! Blenders, toasters, vacuums galore! A venerable appliance sale without a store Ovens, computers, kitchen sinks, and more Falling, assimI know the pieces fit
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