When my box was almost full
I could only see the pieces on the top.
Some were straight, some were bent,
Some were happy, some so very sad.
They held such temptation to touch
That I searched first for happiness
And picked up the happiest piece.
I held it to my chest, up close, so
Close that I could feel it's laughter
And the thumping beat of it's heart.
In the rapture of joyous bliss
I reached blindly for another piece
And found it magically slotted in -
But this was the saddest piece
Which caused my tears to flow.
So, missing mirth and plenty, I
Urgently reached inside the box again,
And again, and again, and every time
The piece I found fitted like a dream -
Incongruous shapes that connected
So well, so miraculously well.
Thus I experienced them all
One after the magical before
And when my box was empty
I closed my eyes, sighed, remembered
The beauty of it all
And died.

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