"To hear a secret heretofore unknown"

From the Leading Edge of Always

The papers on my clipboard are impressed
By other poems written other days
As slightly rumpled they wait to be dressed
With lines from the leading edge of always
Which frighteningly is where I write now
My sharpened pencil drawing out the day
As present limitations may allow
To face the future presently and say
The past has been survived no matter how
Becoming the impressions of today
Atop the indentations of the past
The scarrings one might say the ones which last

I write the best I can and then move on
To leave behind my pencil's footprints here
Another page and another day gone
The future beckoning the present near
To hear a secret heretofore unknown
A tantalizing by-product of dawn
But when the morning comes I am alone
As slightly rumpled I wait to be dressed
The papers on my clipboard unimpressed

+Steven Curtis Lance



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