[net.poems] Send No Money Now

acu@pucc-j (Shoe) (01/03/86)

Send No Money Now
(To Scott, somewhere between 14 and 37)

    That which is, is
    And that which is not, is not.


Somewhere
The weaver lies lifeless
Fallen over his rent life's work
Never having quite been able to
Overcome the circumstances.

So what of that sleepless trespasser
Whose arrival signals
The departure of the invited

Embrace him but
Do not hold on and so
His grasp must fail.