In the fullness of time

in the fullness of time

sun rises

moon rises

lives born

lives ended

in the fullness of time

i want to pull up the moon

in the heat of the day

move at my desire

but it is not the way

and unripe fruit

pulled ahead of itself

is bitter on the tongue

while wine past its day

burns vinegar in my mouth

there is too early

there is too late

then there is

in the fullness of time

there is

sweetness

Harnessing Chaos