isn't it lovely when the jigsaw puzzle falls into place,
which then turns to irony when it turns out,
it wasn't the puzzle you were doing,
in fact,
you're in a completely different room,
attempting nothing even close,
some random figmentation creating a paradoxical
theoretical paradigm dancing slowly towards and from
everything but a jigsaw
so then confused and bemused by it all
stumbling away, collapsing on a chair
figuring out how to collect the thoughts
somehow it'll get inside the head
and sort itself out in time
until then, zombies are my friends
