Incompatible Pieces

by Sam M. Phillips

I see the incompatible pieces,

The search never ceases,

I fold the creases

In my effort at creation,

I seek a situation

Which can give me satisfaction,

I am part of a fraction

Of humanity

That attacks magic with humility,

We all have the ability,

Or don’t we?

Maybe I see more?

Maybe I’m one of a core

Of beings who can act

In line with a chaos pact,

There is the fact

Of extra senses,

But my defences

Are not yet erected,

I become infected,

The enemy detected me

And they made me turn,

The pure make me burn,

I thought I would learn

Many lives ago,

But we never know

What type of task

They will ask

Of us,

I trust

I must

Continue.

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