Eight billion irregular shapes
marked in different colors and design
No two pieces the same, every one special
By themselves nothing, but when connected divine
Will a missing piece be noticed?
no part can see its own influence
dependent upon the rest
giving meaning to a greater confluence
None alone remembered, a lost image to recover
Each pixel sits in space left by its brothers
forgotten in place of new bits and starts
Ephemeral it fits, providing direction for others
the whole greater than the sum of its parts
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The whole is always greater than its parts.
Andy
So true. Thanks Gold for the review.
a searching, thought provoking work, dear Poet
(inching to pierce that existential veil
while painting our perception of reality
with our pinprick crimson legacies
and thus has it been, shall ever be
for in our glory, awaits
our fallibility's reveal)
Mesmerized by the words of your review that are more poetic than the poem being commented on. Thank you my friend.
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