The Lancean Specificity
A Transcendental Intimacy
I see across the sea in my reflection
Someone is looking back at me there
In a moment of conjoined introspection
Joining here and there at everywhere
Coming and going in either direction
Connected as by universal telephone
In a transcendental intimacy
Here and there at everywhere and I am alone
But someone is reading my poetry
Across the lonely universe tonight
We see
Not before nor after not ahead nor behind
Someone and I are neither here nor there
Though much is wrong yet so much else is right
That we
Across the sea tonight in our reflection find
Someone is here looking back at us there
Where someone is reading my poetry
Across the lonely universe tonight
In a transcendental intimacy
Where here and there are joined at everywhere
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Someone is looking back at me there
In a moment of conjoined introspection
Joining here and there at everywhere
Coming and going in either direction
Connected as by universal telephone
In a transcendental intimacy
Here and there at everywhere and I am alone
But someone is reading my poetry
Across the lonely universe tonight
We see
Not before nor after not ahead nor behind
Someone and I are neither here nor there
Though much is wrong yet so much else is right
That we
Across the sea tonight in our reflection find
Someone is here looking back at us there
Where someone is reading my poetry
Across the lonely universe tonight
In a transcendental intimacy
Where here and there are joined at everywhere
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMX
