'Twas a whole thing,
Complete in its own right,
Until…
Cut it up,
Take a piece,
Draw it, sketch it,
Paint it.
Done it?
Patch it up,
Piece it back together.
Oops, something amiss,
What is this?
A gap, a space,
A hole?
Where can it be,
The missing piece?
Away from the whole,
Out on its own,
The missing piece,
Gained independence,
Confidence.
Completeness.
Not coming home,
Now going it alone.
'Tis a whole thing,
Complete in its own right.
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