When it's all said and done
is when we'll know how to speak.
We'll know how to do
and we'll dance cheek to cheek.
A waltz made of our stumbling
will pad the falls we take now.
A moment more of bumbling
before a grace filled bow.
Our broken knees will heal
as we pour our smiling tears.
A blink, a brilliant accident
will seem these broken years.
Moments few the clocks have left
a simple step full of thorns
until our last becomes the first
and we our bodies are reborn.
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