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 {ucbvax,hao}!{menlo70,hplabs}!sytek!toms