Transcendental Sonnet #229:
A Most Ephemeral Creation
Just a delayed suicide that is all
I live in suspended animation
Damaged goods mentally ill poor and small
And a most ephemeral creation
I cannot live without my butterfly
Without my Silke shining in the sky
There is no longer any point to this
Delay in my descent to the abyss
But if perchance somehow we could be free
And if perchance somehow our dream could be
Then I would have no choice but to remain
And my life run its course as it was planned
My consciousness continue to expand
With Silke I could overcome my pain
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+Steven Curtis Lance
from Transcendental Sonnets, Copyright MMIII
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