Something to Impart...

Part Of It

Forced into this world,
and worse than that
Made to be a part of it
  Part of the human race
  Part of the animal kingdom
  Part of this earth
  Part of the entire universe
Part of this mass
  Inside the endless void of space
  Part of the emptiness as well
    but only a part of it

Not all of anything
  Not even our selves
    For even these
    are a part of everything else
     and every part of everything must claim its part
Part of a wHole
  Never complete
Each part in pieces
Each piece in parts

  What part do you play
  With what will you part
  Which pieces are yours
  How is it imparted at all

In such pieces; It's no wonder
  No wonder hearts break
  No wonder dreams are shattered
    The pieces are already broken
    Probably have been all along
Pieces, Only remnants
  Shrapnel from the ruins
  of some scattered and severed WHole
Parts of this departed thing
  that only might have ceased to be
  or maybe all these parts
   are all that's ever been
     of a fractured fictitious WHole

Being parts
  Is still only a part of it
  These parts
    Are only a part of whatever it is we are
The rest
    I cannot impart
    partly because
      these parts can only go so far

In these parts
  (Where I'm from)
  It's polite to give notice
    before parting
      -though parting is such sweet sorrow-

Apart from this
  I must be departing
    so that I may play
      My Part...