The Lancean Specificity

Mere Me


But a bag of bones these days
Heaven knows

You see

But a bag of tricks always
I suppose

And free

Non moriar sed vivam I
Am to live until I die

A tight little package daresay
A man who began

To be

Again not having been
When having been not to be then

At least I fit now anyway
Began to be who can:

Mere me



+Steven Curtis Lance



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