A thousand men try and glue together a single [[egg->Cream]] "Fools, the lot of them" a beggar mutters //I quite [[agree->agree]]// //I [[disagree->Start]]//[[eggshell and yolk->Cream]] splattering against [[cobblestone->Start]]Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a [[great fall. ->Eggshell]] [[All the king's horses and all the king's men,-> Fools, the lot of them]] Couldn't put Humpty together again."[[So many men to fix only one.->Start]] And I am still a beggar on the streets"Creamy, fragile, shattered //[[Skin->Skin]]// or //[[Bones->Bones]]//Each crack means a [[possibility]] [[lost.]]Porcelain touches, encasing. When you hold it, [[don't->Eggshell]] you want to [[crush it?->crush]]Do you [[feel->Eggshell]] the [[urge?->urge]]The eggshell cracks beneath your fingers. Do you remember the kings men, do you feel their gaze? Blood runs down your enclosed fist, is it [[your blood->yours]] or [[his?->His]]Sometimes, there is blood in an egg. You are always left to wonder what it means. How did this all [[start?->Start]] [[How->Start]] did you get here?the possibility of no longer using an arm, the possibility of being stuck in a posture... Did [[Humpty Dumpty->Start]] have limbs?The death of another has cause your own blood to be drawn. If you keep going, will you have any left? How did this all [[start?->Start]]