"By saying but not saying too much / Caring enough to say carefully"

Mystery and Methodology My poems are squared away they say And some ask how I do what I do Between the now and the now again What variables come into play Writing it down and letting it be As I dream a dream which comes true then Writing it down to share it with you To speak of its methodology Though I am something like afraid to My poems are generated from Catalytic couplets as they come Seeds sufficient each to grow a tree Each at its right time as each knows when Time comes for its being to become Then what follows is the working out Painstakingly through its prosody Of how the poem will go about Causing what causes others to see To hear to taste to smell and to touch And by making these sensations clear Conceive the other another way Perceived to be received beyond me Purified to their essential state Syllables are balanced and counted Attention is paid to every sound Into each line each word accounted For and how lines and linegroups relate And what is the total of the sum In the shape of parts unknown is found How all the parts stand separately By sum the total to calculate The shadow play as seen from behind And how what is becomes what can be When what is unknown is brought to mind Through the writing of reality The specificity of the here Creates a to by answering from In the mindful process of finding By what I do not say and I do The matters of my mind reminding From my present to the future you As from the now to the now again By saying but not saying too much Caring enough to say carefully How the here of an alternative Universe is a place you can live Settling in so the dream can begin An alternative life for awhile Inviting the other to come in By not saying and saying by style Where everything is exactly so In the execution of the how As the poem unfolds in the when Dreaming forever by being now And always simultaneously In a dialogue of now and then I do what I do and do not know The specificity of the why As a mystery I do not try To understand as it guides my hand To fly blind as it changes my mind I can only tell you that I feel My dreams come true as I write them real But mystery does not like for me To speak of its methodology +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX