So many bits and pieces, words and phrases
splattered on pages like stars scatter the night.
As we created constellations in our search for
connections, where none may exist, but why?
Delving to gain understanding; myself and life.
Am I scrying too-far from me, myself and I?
Same truth found where breath becomes air.
I may spy it in the spirit of this meat puppet,
Where my skin touches atmosphere, far beyond.
Uncertain what my words and phrases connote ,
I will sort my bits and pieces to seek my truth.