djw@lanl.ARPA (09/03/85)
Distribution: ============================================================================== I reach out to touch my love, her breast burns in my hand, I turn to the next page. ============================================================================== Time is infinitesimally slow, but inexorably so. ============================================================================== I found these on a page dated 10/20/64 which means they were written while I was in traction following my motorscooter accident. Perhaps the poem on that same page is a little more revealing... ============================================================================== Peace and Quiet of hospital halls holding life in check. Quiet peaceful, half mankind. waiting to be free... Waiting for the doctor's final Nod or Guess, Waiting for the nurse's final pill, and smile. Laughingly, waitingly, peacefully silent. Foolishly saying, "Life is the Same," Small Change Small Life Small Man Fraction Man half-man half-life Small Change really ============================================================================== Seeing these reminds me that I really don't need to worry too much just now; it's only a divorce, and it'll soon be over... I won't have to walk with a limp until I spend a summer in Oregon working on "Blake and Sons, Concessions" a small carnival that runs around Portland and Hillsboro and even Pendelton. Dave Wade