At midnight a manifest madman writing factually- Fashioned manifestos arrived at algorithmically By facts and acts and tactics somewhat strange and subject to change Speaking the heart of his world to be talking to make it tick Dances to the rhythm of his schism with reality Knowing by a growing showing of human propinquity His spark through the dark is answered as his question comes through clear And he looks like he is not alone as he is now and here He is but not the way some say he may be as he does what Getting it it seems he ought as he gets by by getting what Many forgot if any got in intersecting and not Parallel dimensions not to mention serendipity Through which to each other we become eventuality And as one to say someone should say something if one knows how Open to remember hope through a once-forgotten doorway Having seen hell he might as well be one to say something now To spark the multiverse by verse to speak its say that he may See it but to free it but to be it now when anyway Then who is this Bohemian when he can only be me And alone together there and then far as the eye can see Is here and now when not where then how I speak my spark to be Bohemian though English and Alsatian actually A mind to leave convention behind a spirit always free And a spark to ask the dark to speak of never less than love My spark a question answered nevertheless through the dark Then when the dawn breaks free to be Bohemian like me +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXI