Aug 26, 2011

Late night scribblings

Who I Am

I don't know?

I don't want to know?

I am afraid to know?

I'm beginning to find out...

A puzzle
turning a piece every which way
The puzzle that comprises me is not going to work with forced pieces
They will have to interlock and fit at once,
Everyone says to start at the borders.
Not me.
The funny odd shapes that have been building on one another are started from the center
Borders are confining
They are the end of the puzzle
I am just beginning.

1 comment:

the walking man said...

There are no limits to the picture until you hit the border.