Too late

You were like a god or devil of music, an angel or demon of dance. Your music was everywhere. When you moonwalked, the laws of physics didn’t seem to apply to you.

You were a black man in a white man’s body.

You were masculine and feminine.

You were hypersexual, yet asexual.

You were a man-child.

Like a tragic hero, you came from a dark past, and then you rose too high and shone, and then you fell too low and decayed.

We heard the news that you died, and then we understood …

You were human, a person. You were one of us.

4 Responses to “Too late”

  1. Lorraine Says:

    Thanks. This is a great tribute

    Michael Jackson did seem to be everything at once.

    We are now coming to the realization he was mortal and immortal at the same time.

    He was everything was good and bad about fame, about the world, about human beings, about us.

    Thanks again.

  2. Restructure! Says:

    Thanks, Lorraine.

  3. Kathy Says:

    Restructure, I kept thinking how Michael Jackson was a paradox, and you captured that thought so well, thanks so much for this.

  4. rachel Says:

    Thanks for posting. This is beautiful.

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