Transcendental Sonnet #1424:
Escape into Light

Sunday morning: I would go to church but for
The fact that I am afraid to go outside
Sooner or later I would go to the store
But for the fact of slow-motion suicide

I wonder if anyone knows what I mean
Or if anyone bothers to read between
These lines all perfected and polished to grace
Or if one can see the skull behind this face
Come clearer and nearer and dearer to me
As it smiles at me and speaks of destiny?

Sunday afternoon: I think about the night
I wonder if anyone knows what I mean?
The meaning is found in the spaces between
The places where trapped souls escape into light

+Steven Curtis Lance



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