Transcendental Sonnet #1317:
Cemetery Rock
Turn counterclockwise since clocks are for fools
Earth spin a backward web-world upside down
If time existed it would need no tools
When black is your day then we rise to play
And rock the night away in headstone-town
Nothing you speak can be heard anyway
And you will never believe what you see
For silence is deafening so they say
And you can see the moonlight shine through me
I levitate and then I meditate
Opaquely on my dark transparency
If you are lost then do not hesitate
To join our dance and death embrace us should we lie
For we the dead in any case can never die
+Steven Curtis Lance
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