for Judy Muehr and menthols in the mail It may not be important but I will say it no matter what Still saying it my way of course The truth as spoken by the mad A bastard of the great divorce Daresay but say it good or bad For you never know it may be So for all we know as maybe Something you never spoke of Out loud anyway whenever What is shared unspoken between Has broken through out loud for love Shared there between as what we mean Released to life and spoken free The words that have awoken me A possibility or not Produced by our propinquity Mad-spoken to reality Remembered from what we forgot Recalled from what we never knew But always was in me and you And furthermore this either/or Is way more than enough for me To live die and go to hell for Live going through die going to But either way improbably What I do for love is poetry +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII