Más de shard

Something's broken.
It's been like this for milennia.
Then some whole fantasy
threw its shards into the land.

Cristaline, bright, coloured and dark
the shards flow above the grass
looking for other shards, whose shapes
fix in their own.

It's been told so many times:
we're parts of a whole.
But it merely throws us in the hole
of desperation and overwhelm.

The shards can't fix all in one,
for that's something that can only come to pass
in eternity.

But shards can turn into mirrors
if enough of them come together.
It can be a shiny mirror, coloured or even dark
and it can mirror the sense of whole.

I've found a shard that fits my shape.
What we mirror... that's the reflection of whole.