When We are Poetry

Mad as a hatter but what does that matter
When being becomes me? I am poetry
As you we two and any of the many
Who overcome the limits of the past

We who become the many of the any
To come to become then who go free at last
From tears to hereafter through laughter somehow
Overcoming then by becoming now

Being and becoming and coming to be
When we are in tune with the moon in the blue
Night bright as noon and with daylight coming soon
Being becomes us to be you and me

Two more morning stars who know then what to do
When we are poetry and now breaks through
The wall of what was to what is me and you
As what will be when we are poetry

+Steven Curtis Lance



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