The Lancean Specificity
E3X: Epitaph Epigraph and Epilogue
Epitaph
An Icarus of spacetime hereafter my before
Herein within an afterlife of after wife and losing
Now seeing the freeing effect of my being meing
The cause of which must be expecting nothing anymore
So that nothing seems to happen which is not of my choosing
I do not happen to choose to be losing today
Opening at closing being shown and seeing the door
But I am happy to have opened up a mind or two
Or at least to have encouraged those who closed them down to
Give love another chance by being
+Steven Curtis Lance
Who lived till now from New Year's Eve of 1954
And by this rhyme who wrote his epitaph ahead of time
Epigraph
These epitaphs and epigraphs of personality
Are ultimately exercises in futility
More moon than sun reflective and of limited utility
Initiating nothing though the moon may wax and wane
More useful is the question of the day today as ever:
What is to be done and who is the one to do it with me?
Somehow in the now of when and whenever
Possibilities like popcorn or raindrops leaping from a lake
Not teardrops just raindrops an objective wash of rain
In a life though solitary which is extra extraordinary
A heart elastic and plastic enough to bend and not break
Having come a hard road where only the hard remain
Somehow in the now before I open this door
I have saved for when I choose to be together nor alone anymore
Which worries me a portal like Pandora's box of story
Or to put the best construction on an open door to glory
I believe I think I understand but I know who might know:
Whoever might care to go with me wherever it is we go
Somehow in the now of never say never
Till this epitaph is needed let my death be superseded
By my life of onlyness and when any loneliness then epigraph to
The any of the manyness the coming of the some
And being glad to see them seeing what I have become
Past epitaphs and epigraphs of what has been to what is left to be
Epilogue
An epilogue in which I aspire to desire once more as before
Epilogue as prologue to better days spent better ways
From moon to sun the quest begun to find and free the come what mays
To come as they may become as they might and open me
To raindrops leaping from a lake because of possibility
And if teardops only in solution toward the joyful resolution
Of the problem which onlyness can have about loneliness without
Another only near admitting being lonely here
Though solitary extra extraordinary and without a doubt about
This situation to which one solution might be you
Or maybe the solution in the singular when
Within the great duality I learn to love again
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMX
An Icarus of spacetime hereafter my before
Herein within an afterlife of after wife and losing
Now seeing the freeing effect of my being meing
The cause of which must be expecting nothing anymore
So that nothing seems to happen which is not of my choosing
I do not happen to choose to be losing today
Opening at closing being shown and seeing the door
But I am happy to have opened up a mind or two
Or at least to have encouraged those who closed them down to
Give love another chance by being
+Steven Curtis Lance
Who lived till now from New Year's Eve of 1954
And by this rhyme who wrote his epitaph ahead of time
Epigraph
These epitaphs and epigraphs of personality
Are ultimately exercises in futility
More moon than sun reflective and of limited utility
Initiating nothing though the moon may wax and wane
More useful is the question of the day today as ever:
What is to be done and who is the one to do it with me?
Somehow in the now of when and whenever
Possibilities like popcorn or raindrops leaping from a lake
Not teardrops just raindrops an objective wash of rain
In a life though solitary which is extra extraordinary
A heart elastic and plastic enough to bend and not break
Having come a hard road where only the hard remain
Somehow in the now before I open this door
I have saved for when I choose to be together nor alone anymore
Which worries me a portal like Pandora's box of story
Or to put the best construction on an open door to glory
I believe I think I understand but I know who might know:
Whoever might care to go with me wherever it is we go
Somehow in the now of never say never
Till this epitaph is needed let my death be superseded
By my life of onlyness and when any loneliness then epigraph to
The any of the manyness the coming of the some
And being glad to see them seeing what I have become
Past epitaphs and epigraphs of what has been to what is left to be
Epilogue
An epilogue in which I aspire to desire once more as before
Epilogue as prologue to better days spent better ways
From moon to sun the quest begun to find and free the come what mays
To come as they may become as they might and open me
To raindrops leaping from a lake because of possibility
And if teardops only in solution toward the joyful resolution
Of the problem which onlyness can have about loneliness without
Another only near admitting being lonely here
Though solitary extra extraordinary and without a doubt about
This situation to which one solution might be you
Or maybe the solution in the singular when
Within the great duality I learn to love again
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMX
