Kintsugi Round

Now the plate has shattered on the ground
Leaving little clues as to its form
Each an angled shard of something round

In our heads we all replay the sound
Our hearts each recollect a different form
Whilst we struggle, struggle with the round

Entropy borrows the profound
The strongest bodies struggle to transform
Now the plate has shattered on the ground

Whilst we struggle, struggle with the form