Prelude to Union

There is a world of seeking.  It is equally simple, yet wrought with unfulfillment, This world is filled almost entirely of dreams.  In this world, I am a shattered mirror with the sticky tape still holding its shape.  Everywhere I search, I see myself again.  I am confused.  I can see beautiful prisms of rainbow light in my periphery.  I turn to catch them and they’re gone.  When the backdrop is removed, I am in shambles on the floor.  What remains is merely a reflection of my brokenness with no structure upon which to project.