The Lancean Specificity
Bohemian
At midnight a manifest madman writing factually-
Fashioned manifestos arrived at algorithmically
By facts and acts and tactics somewhat strange and subject to change
Speaking the heart of his world to be talking to make it tick
Dances to the rhythm of his schism with reality
Knowing by a growing showing of human propinquity
His spark through the dark is answered as his question comes through clear
And he looks like he is not alone as he is now and here
He is but not the way some say he may be as he does what
Getting it it seems he ought as he gets by by getting what
Many forgot if any got in intersecting and not
Parallel dimensions not to mention serendipity
Through which to each other we become eventuality
And as one to say someone should say something if one knows how
Open to remember hope through a once-forgotten doorway
Having seen hell he might as well be one to say something now
To spark the multiverse by verse to speak its say that he may
See it but to free it but to be it now when anyway
Then who is this Bohemian when he can only be me
And alone together there and then far as the eye can see
Is here and now when not where then how I speak my spark to be
Bohemian though English and Alsatian actually
A mind to leave convention behind a spirit always free
And a spark to ask the dark to speak of never less than love
My spark a question answered nevertheless through the dark
Then when the dawn breaks free to be Bohemian like me
+Steven Curtis Lance
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