Is There Harmony Here?

There before me stood something so unclear. 
I tried to make sense of it, but I couldn’t. 
From the vestiges of memory, I pulled from everything around me 
All that I could muster 
In an attempt, feeble or not, 
To understand. In the end,
All that surrounded me was 
An incomplete puzzle and 
The remaining pieces; 
Scattered, bruised, and 
Mismatched.