somewhere along to here
amongst the 999 piece puzzle
which always seems short one
to finally complete
stands me in front of a mountain
or a hill to some degree
staring straight up to the sky
with the same questions in tow.
Yes, I have concluded in a way
this poem and image is
a somewhat double-bind
both with existing beauty
both soft to feel
but which is real?
Ignited 
burn baby burn