the missing parts

It's a story of sorts, in parts
seen partly, perfectly suggesting

a whole. You know it would be -

the whole story is there,
if you could see it
all, in a scene unfurling
uninterruptedly, in proper sequence,
nothing left out - the best ever;
you feel so sure, changing

how you see

everything you've seen. And
you've seen it all before,
you were sure. But in the shock

of sudden unjadedness,

you begin to imagine and believe
you ain't seen nothing.

yet