In the park of high enlightenment
I beheld the families of perfect alignment
Smiles of symmetry
Acoustically harmonious laughter
A Pristine Lake exposing large colorful gliding coy
Emerald green grass that never required cutting
I meandered toward the lower hills
Hoping to set eyes on the noble families
There they were a top the tall grassy mounds
Catching a breeze and giggling and holding hands
As if the mere state of being alive was ecstacy
The joyous laughter caught and echoed down those hills
I made it half way up to them
My determined grin
My own self image
Balancing on top of one of those tall mounds
The mound cracked at the base and slowly came loose
I ran along it as it fell down narrowly avoiding my death
None of the perfect families who sung and dance noticed me fall
Up there where they stand time is different
They understand love fully
They can take a moment to live fully
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