To Be Whole Again

I sank my teeth,
Into a delicious slice of cake,
It melted more than broke,
Down in my mouth.

The dough and water,
Sugar and butter,
Form from fire,
And a cake is made.

To stretch one's minds,
To reach for the heights,
To bend and dig deeper,
Then discover what is hidden.

Put all pieces together,
Collect and gather,
Make new parts,
To be whole again.

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