Where is Wholeness?

 Where is Wholeness?

Shattered into scattered pieces; and, bit by bit, taken away for granted.

 As discarded utility wires, on public poles for display.

For sale, mark discounted thrift shakedown, takedown:

 Garments reeks and stains where the only results remain.

 The same until redemption states its claim: Sure, existential everyone, but no one to blame.

 Footstep is the print before you are numb but strong.

 Blind obvious abandonment in the den of wolves  

Alone, a nearby wasteland of many fears bound and lynched with an animal discarded umbilical cord around your throat.

 Jag, choking without a pang dream of hope.

 That care is to divide those parallel chromosomes.

 A battle with the winds shivering to cope.     

 The only fire beneath the feet blister to look up;

 There is a kite's vigil, paying homage in flight.

 Literally. off-string instruments now feel like a Paganini;

 Violins in the background, tweets songbird Sounds of what you thought you heard:

Chariots of wheels rolling asking where wholeness is. Is there a place it’s being found?

Can't be stolen by anything this wicked world has done.