Fragments

Only enough to hate
and only be to hate
Thence fragments
A million pieces to the full
Devise and device
none sharp a tool

Losing one now
Lost one there
on the cafe walk
on the last mile
The count grows
but a progression too undefined
Remains of what
Remains of not

Is it all there? I check
The sun and glare
The swoosh of hair
wish you gave a peck
Cruelty not my own
A burden of labours
Tune out Tune in
Its still channel nine
Where did you draw the line?

Myopic sin of two whiles
One in jest
Two for rest

The day the fragments grow too large
For moments of no pass
To take no stock
None quartered too
Losing all in a quest to gain none
A destiny
A petty
notice