kunundrum
One little piece at a time where did the time go? What piece of this problem is missing? How many pieces are there? I can't even imagine the bigger picture Although I can see things as if it were a mural painted in the hall on the wall in the fourth grade Or was it when I was raising my family and having the mural in our dinning room on the wall Food for thought pieces everywhere some here some there all over the floor all over the internet all over space and time Is that where time went? Into space to collect me from a shattered life becoming a kunundrum of my mental health or a kunundrum of almost finishing a puzzle of yourself except your missing three pieces the father the son and the holy Spirit all because of A missing identity and a stolen first communion being all the pieces of my mind by Susan fisher
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