gmf@uvacs.UUCP (05/27/84)
Star Peace I'm waiting for a weekday hero, no sorcery or space escapes, just a natural kindness and a gift for blinding Death with laser-like illuminants, so people seated awkwardly in X-ray waiting rooms will see their shadows glorified, so people drunk with bleeding through any openings we have or give will bathe in massless photons as the red blood cools and blackens, so all the people I could mention but who would make this poem too long and probably depress you, will liquefy to light, the only thing, some physicists say, which really lasts. July, Aug, Oct 1981 Gordon Fisher