Gathering


A million little pieces and
it would take a lifetime
to retrieve them all.
Some desperate days
are a frenzy, to gather
and collect what has been scattered to every corner, nook, and crevice of the universe.
On the quiet days where
there is peace
and some reflection,
it all doesn't matter.
It could be billions and trillions
of scattered pieces.
Yet, peace
overrules
the madness
and the busy gathering
is laid to rest.

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