Transcendental Sonnet #815:
Das Versteht Ihr Alle Nicht
I am an utmost outsider
I am a dark hooded rider
I live all alone in the night
I sleep all alone in the day
My eyes are sensitive to light
And I have always been this way
Your down is up my up is down
Your right is wrong my wrong is right
Your empty smile looks like a frown
Come drown here in my sea of tears
Where I have lingered these long years
And see there is no hope for me
Except for one loophole in destiny
Through which I join Silke in ecstasy
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+Steven Curtis Lance
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