the divine lifeline

i think that you open pandora's box
long before memories learn
how to imprint themselves into your brain.

little toy box,
shiny like new.

misleadingly so it seems,
as you use the key inside of you
to unlock your existence.

that's when it begins.

tiny invisible pieces scatter,
every crevice and corner
a jigsawed path through time

mixed with a flawless blend,
a touch of fate
swirling in iron-clad control
decided both internally
and by the quiet divine.

you'll spend eternity searching, collecting, mending, evolving

maybe you'll give up, and just settle down to live with half of the puzzle complete.

maybe you'll complete yourself one day
lifetimes and lifetimes down the line

we never stop recycling,
all the way through the tunnel

and as we break on through
to the other side.