When I Can't Do Anything Else

Partial

I am something partial, and there's always something missing;

I am above and beyond the purgatorial plane
I am under the table when the calamity strikes
The ground swallows and spits me out
Carrying anxieties that came from the south
Concealed between heartbeats
Of forgotten lovers

I am something drastic, but simple enough not to notice

I am the clash of primary colors— I don't match with any of it

I am the wooden ship salvaged in the ancient shores of El Dorado

Golden coins and rust, dirty glitter and splinters
And I'm a treasure waiting to be discovered
But I am forever lost at sea
unknown ecstasy

I am not a curse, but the imps with wings say so
Gives me a chance and suddenly they say no
The sky has clouds but has lightning, too
Moon and Sun never met each other
But they will,
soon

I am something partial, and there's always something missing;

Maybe the missing piece
would complete us
together

//k.u.