for the Laughing Daffodil My flickering heartbeat my fleeting breath Faster when manic slower when depressed Then in a chest that never was the best My candle against the darkness of death The clickety-clack of mortality The machinery continues of me Running better than expected after Breaking down now running on the laughter Of the Daffodil forth and back and blessed By love to live only on poetry As up down in and out this way today As yesterday the mechanism of My being continues doing by love As poetry in motion you might say +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII