"Somehow in the now of never say never"

E3X: Epitaph Epigraph and Epilogue Epitaph An Icarus of spacetime hereafter my before Herein within an afterlife of after wife and losing Now seeing the freeing effect of my being meing The cause of which must be expecting nothing anymore So that nothing seems to happen which is not of my choosing I do not happen to choose to be losing today Opening at closing being shown and seeing the door But I am happy to have opened up a mind or two Or at least to have encouraged those who closed them down to Give love another chance by being +Steven Curtis Lance Who lived till now from New Year's Eve of 1954 And by this rhyme who wrote his epitaph ahead of time Epigraph These epitaphs and epigraphs of personality Are ultimately exercises in futility More moon than sun reflective and of limited utility Initiating nothing though the moon may wax and wane More useful is the question of the day today as ever: What is to be done and who is the one to do it with me? Somehow in the now of when and whenever Possibilities like popcorn or raindrops leaping from a lake Not teardrops just raindrops an objective wash of rain In a life though solitary which is extra extraordinary A heart elastic and plastic enough to bend and not break Having come a hard road where only the hard remain Somehow in the now before I open this door I have saved for when I choose to be together nor alone anymore Which worries me a portal like Pandora's box of story Or to put the best construction on an open door to glory I believe I think I understand but I know who might know: Whoever might care to go with me wherever it is we go Somehow in the now of never say never Till this epitaph is needed let my death be superseded By my life of onlyness and when any loneliness then epigraph to The any of the manyness the coming of the some And being glad to see them seeing what I have become Past epitaphs and epigraphs of what has been to what is left to be Epilogue An epilogue in which I aspire to desire once more as before Epilogue as prologue to better days spent better ways From moon to sun the quest begun to find and free the come what mays To come as they may become as they might and open me To raindrops leaping from a lake because of possibility And if teardops only in solution toward the joyful resolution Of the problem which onlyness can have about loneliness without Another only near admitting being lonely here Though solitary extra extraordinary and without a doubt about This situation to which one solution might be you Or maybe the solution in the singular when Within the great duality I learn to love again +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX