Too Late
Stumbling in paradise,
I forget the sublime.
Finding what is straight,
I’m forgetting the way.
Remembering to dance,
As leaves float from the branch.
Singing without a voice,
As the wind takes me too.
Stumbling in chaos,
I remember my family.
I have found what is true,
In chaos I hear it.
In paradise too,
As vivid – No.
Dancing within air,
I fall.
Now I remember,
It is lovely – Truly.
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