If I could, I would keep the sun poised in the sky,
And all the light would touch unnoticed
But then crescendo to warmth to never leave.
Yet every leaf has its color to show
As it is brought down to earth,
To fall out of line in a beautiful pattern
That we only have the capacity to call chaos,
Until we are derailed and violent sparks singe
The subtle uncertainties we almost forget to say.
I'm going back to lay the tracks
That would lead me to this day.
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