Unprepared for this now, and you’re not
The same as you were away from gravity.
Too late, too late. It repeats and holds
Our secrets while you work through another minute
Of this effort, unconcerned. Preparing yourself
For where you end and it begins, you find
That you are letting the rhyming be seen
And feel the over will be here in a moment
Making you lighter and a shape defined
By a selfless breath forming practiced
Welts in veiled places of Skin and Principle
And Expression
And Inspiration.
And as we complete the moment you again comprehend
That we are standing where we end,
And are seeing the beginning again.