I remember screaming On my fifty-seventh birthday In December seeming Like it did not matter then (but Did): I hid myself in alcohol All day and in the morning when what Came came without warning all It was was me again as I recall Nor can I blame what came for being me (I remember dreaming Of love coming true someday) But I remember screaming above All as emblematic Satisfyingly dramatic Daresay anyway today To say I survived my birthday Like the fifty-six before Like a displaced person after the war Within my members embers of Survival my arrival After all alive to live by love Or by the hope of some Of love that went of love to come Of love that was because of love to be Of love that is now even though I know not love knows even so (I see) +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII