The Sky Is Being Scraped

Lots of boxes.
Stacked too high.
All uniform.
In their broken states.
The contents they spill.
Are fragments
Of others.
A jigsaw with all
The wrong pieces. 

Lots of boxes.
Making a tower
Of cracks.
Around one life.
Or a million
Who packed away.
All their parts.

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