I sometime write poetry for Martin Heidegger, I don't think he cares though.

The only way to be whole is to be broken

Heidegger’s hammered it into me

But I knew it already

I am, only when I am not, can you see me there

Slightly out of focus

To the left of daughter

To the left of poet

Of lover

Of friend

To be all I cant inhabit any fully

So you can only see me failing

Falling and broken

But illuminated by the truth of being

Late and early

But never on time