Universal Blurness Poem by Philo Yan

I am sitting in the largest puzzle work
and trying to pick and choose the pieces
that fit into my own little puzzle while
at the same time finding others
taking away pieces from my surrounding
or exchanging with me their pieces

The blurness comes when there is
a strong gust of wind which blows
all or some of my pieces apart
and I go chasing after it to retrieve.

For this moment, that's what the
universal blurness is for me....