It's my half birthday today, so I decided to be all punny and transfer it into a poem. So I did that. This poem is just the first half of all the words of the poem. Is the meaning lost on you? Well, it should be. Don't worry; I'll post the whole words so you can actually read the poem too.
Moral: The entirety of things is generally necessary to understand them.
Wh nee th seco se o scre?
Do no on a pa ev matt?
Is it no go th so thi on shat?
Sin wh mu w pai ent sce?
Ca we no sti ded wh i mea?
An ye, thi shou b se an hea.
Wh i ha a exper t m?
Fu i ho i al sho b.
Yo ma fi th man abs.
D no wor, i i ju ha a wo.
Who needs that second set of screens?
Does not only a part ever matter?
Is it not good that some things only shatter?
Since when must we paint entire scenes?
Can we not still deduce what it means?
And yet, things should be seen and heard.
What is half an experience to me?
Full is how it all should be.
You may find this manner absurd.
Do not worry, it is just half a word.
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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