[net.poems] more good cheer

mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (11/16/83)

		I walk the warm darkness
		I drink the voices in the wind
		The echoing billions in their unbounded tomb
		Pour me an excellent vintage.

		I stalk the streets of ending
		I climb the hills of night,
		I dance alone the final dance.
		I turn and bow, I raise my glass,
		I toast the coming of morning.

		I fill my cup with fury
		I drink a toast of fire;
		I fill my mouth with my own blood.
		I drink my death, and yours,
		Awake in the final moment
		I salute the megadawn.





			mr.mincemeat

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