From: ascott@pacifier.com
Subject: Elegy
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Summary: an oblique and fumbling panegyric for one unknown
Organization: Before the Beyond
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ELEGY

  Make still the hands of eyes, she says, and gives up spirit to her final
beep.  And isn't it time long gone for such brief beginnings?  The roar
can only touch your inner ear for so long, you know - sighs sidle away as
quanta's quadrille calls for new partners, no longer trapped between above
and below.

  So the call button slips and petals fall beside.  The claws of chaos
they bedside bound to her every rise and falter cease their scratching for
purpose, drawing the staff with straight lines stretched and marking an
end to notes, no code for a coda.

  Think of it as a caesura, if that makes you feel.

  Brisk fields of white await the next sparrow to take wing, while these
puffs of air and flashes of light limp home, beside themselves.

-- 
Alan P. Scott..................http://www.pacifier.com/~ascott/apshome.htm
     "The soul of sweet delight can never be defil'd."
                              --William Blake, "Proverbs of Hell"