sutton@daemon.UUCP (Carl Sutton) (12/08/84)
A Programmer's Dream I see you programmed deaf muse in my sleep dreams of computers bound to my heart drifting in my fear rifts seen in musical arpeggios generated by thoughts torn loose from mindlessness ones' and zeros' music of the spheres in bit-form minds lost in these senseless words born up by the flowing currents through the Ether space of Source What do I find in lost worlds of heart souls? They are all lost tonight, time is left lacking good night. - Carl Sutton 1/30/84