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lesliem (05/11/83)

		     I struggle to breath
		     as I drown in the
		     black ooze of your
		     words, lies, deceptions
		     surrounded by the bleached bones
		     and rotting flesh
		     of others less strong
		     I claw your cancer
		     from my eyes
			     throat
			     body
			     life
				 and walk away

tas@ipmoea.CCUR.UUCP (Taeoum) (02/12/86)

     [No Title]

  "We only live, only suspire
   Consumed by either fire or fire."


Another hour outside of time.
Not like the last, the summer day
When myriad sounds hid tin reeds
And women weeping for the not known
In the known.  These hours
At once both brief and infinite
No riotous righteous angry disturb,
Though likewise some do not live
That others shall; this choice
None hoist its dual to deny.
This life, joy, strife, victory
All can understand.
No, not like then, 
When time could not be, 
And yet was
At once all being,
Pressed in some few moments;
And too all nothing,
Stretched into an hour.

No, this time is different.
Ahead, look, see ...
I sit in this machine,
Vast winds whispering out
They too lost seeds of sound
And wait.  Here the words end.
Here we see some ritual nonverbal
Affirmation and first gesture;
See, it's done.  In the hush they wait;
But I wait longer, till the moment
Before they stop waiting and wonder
Why is it so quiet now? Now.
I press this white button, sfz,
(You do not hear the many sliders move,
but I do here within this nurtury of sound)
And now! these, feb... (no not just
these alone, there's harmony too in these,
though discord in the mixtures)
... And all start, up again and out
And away forever.

No.  Not only is time stretched into
This hour as empty as before,
But I must measure it too?
No.  This will not be.  In my place
Will be another.

It's only just.