Maybe

Maybe doing it wrong was doing it right. 

Maybe the screams were part of the event site.

He said no more events, but maybe she misheard the dialect. 

Maybe she mistakenly mistook it for a temporary accent.

Maybe the lost few were meant to disappoint in order to reappoint their direction to the King.

Maybe reflection is always redirection.

Maybe what is lost is what is found. 

Maybe writing down heavy lightness for you to read in

Your feather-like darkness is the purpose. 

Maybe this is all part of her soul’s crown.