Trajectory of Tragedy

On a trajectory of tragedy
Or else on an ascent to angelhood
I map out the matter of martyrdom
A concept imperfectly understood
Especially by me applied to me

I am not now nor have I ever been
A man of a mind to worry about
Other minds understanding what I mean
I speak when spoken to but will not shout
These things people shout at me constantly

Perhaps they are warning me to watch out
Perhaps they can see what is happening
That horrid inevitability
Which so darkly dominates everything
When dream is run down by reality

It is not that I need to be a saint
It is that I must do my uttermost
Impractical improbable and quaint
Impossible in the end as a ghost
On a trajectory of tragedy

+Steven Curtis Lance



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