Life comes in a box,
With no image on the lid.
Fragments that fit together,
With an overview partly hid.
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Shapes with peripheral structures,
Each doubtless designed to fit.
Their allocated placements
Emerging bit by bit.
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Much of it invisible,
No matter how keen the eye.
Gaps emerge that we cannot fill,
Appearing by-and-by.
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Are all the pieces present?
Could one be on the floor?
Or slipped between the cushions?
Or has it gone forevermore?
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Like some occluded mosaic,
Unseen, it may change its form.
Bits fading to transparency,
Some straying from the norm.
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We know so little about the box,
With fragments that make the whole.
Odd shapes of a random nature,
Leading to an unknown goal.
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Is there something here to solve,
That brings both grief and mirth?
Leaving only what is known…
The lid comes off at birth!