Gestalt Poem by soren Barrett

Eight billion irregular shapes
marked in different colors and design
No two pieces the same, every one special
By themselves nothing, but when connected divine

Will a missing piece be noticed?
no part can see its own influence
dependent upon the rest
giving meaning to a greater confluence

None alone remembered, a lost image to recover
Each pixel sits in space left by its brothers
forgotten in place of new bits and starts
Ephemeral it fits, providing direction for others

the whole greater than the sum of its parts