The Lancean Specificity
As One Become Transparent
for Virginia Kiper
Some people get fat when they get old then others get lean
And somehow something like stringy if you know what I mean
Stringy or baggy and clingy or saggy of tissue
Over underlying bone the known over the unknown
A matter of more or less I guess the underlying issue
And I am one of the latter with less matter and mass
Whose abs have gone from flat to concave now who have no ass
To speak of anyway just happy to be here today
At all after suffering a very hard fall never
Mind the winter of my entering my mad forever
Blooming into spring there becoming part of everything
Where the unknown is known under the flesh within the bone
From opaque to translucent with the light shining through me
When all I ever wanted was to be happy only
Being only one of me to be becoming lonely
My Grandma always told me that I was a lucky boy
Unending once begun as one whom none could undo me
Surviving like a cockroach that a man cannot destroy
The paperwhite narcissus in the garden of the dead
With everyone together but with anyone alone
Would rather not be narcissistic but in love instead
Lonely son of the only one or what there is of me
Becoming more to be than not to be more than you see
When my daily bread is what I stand for in the breadline
And now and then some memories left over from the past
Where I breathe poetry like air as all I have as mine
But all I ever wanted when I saved the best for last
Lonely son of the only one unending once begun
Where I will dry away and I will die but I am here
The known under the unknown like the underlying bone
That a man cannot destroy that I am a lucky boy
The lonely son and only one together and alone
For now at least my famine feast enough till I appear
As one become transparent to transcend and then to disappear
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
Some people get fat when they get old then others get lean
And somehow something like stringy if you know what I mean
Stringy or baggy and clingy or saggy of tissue
Over underlying bone the known over the unknown
A matter of more or less I guess the underlying issue
And I am one of the latter with less matter and mass
Whose abs have gone from flat to concave now who have no ass
To speak of anyway just happy to be here today
At all after suffering a very hard fall never
Mind the winter of my entering my mad forever
Blooming into spring there becoming part of everything
Where the unknown is known under the flesh within the bone
From opaque to translucent with the light shining through me
When all I ever wanted was to be happy only
Being only one of me to be becoming lonely
My Grandma always told me that I was a lucky boy
Unending once begun as one whom none could undo me
Surviving like a cockroach that a man cannot destroy
The paperwhite narcissus in the garden of the dead
With everyone together but with anyone alone
Would rather not be narcissistic but in love instead
Lonely son of the only one or what there is of me
Becoming more to be than not to be more than you see
When my daily bread is what I stand for in the breadline
And now and then some memories left over from the past
Where I breathe poetry like air as all I have as mine
But all I ever wanted when I saved the best for last
Lonely son of the only one unending once begun
Where I will dry away and I will die but I am here
The known under the unknown like the underlying bone
That a man cannot destroy that I am a lucky boy
The lonely son and only one together and alone
For now at least my famine feast enough till I appear
As one become transparent to transcend and then to disappear
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
