Puzzle Poem by JJ Evendon

I'm trying to put together a puzzle,
a puzzle that only I can complete.
A puzzle whose pieces are forged by my mind
oddly shaped and difficult to find.
It's not flat but curved in parts
shaped like the universe before its dramatic start.
All the pieces are there but are so difficult to reach
so I stretch forward and search, ever deep.
Slowly pieces fit together and a form begins to take
that’s much a puzzle as the puzzle itself makes.
Who or what we are is it's very essence.
But why, then, doesn't it make any sense?