How do I write you?
Your essence is somewhere
between the scribbled words
on the mountains
of screwed up paper sheets
in which I nest.
Are you a jigsaw?
I try a word from one attempt
with a sentence from another
to draft a new layout,
an alternative frame;
but still I can’t complete you.
Like Osiris, you are in fragments.
Orchid's Lantern 
I’ve often found myself wishing people could be as simple and easy to understand as the characters I read and write about. But perhaps the beauty is in the mess, in the complexity and the indescribable wholeness of their being.
I really like this painting- trying out some brighter colours, are we? I also noticed the poem has thirteen lines- was that an intentional nod at the amount of pieces Osiris supposedly consisted of when put back together?
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This painting is actually an older one, I don’t use so many bright colours these days. No, the thirteen lines weren’t purposefully the number of pieces, but if that is correct then it was a happy accident!
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According to most versions, yes, it was thirteen. Maybe it was your subconscious writer at work 😉
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