Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.58.0309302125160.20669@panix2.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: wander
Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2003 21:25:27 -0400 (EDT)
wander i wander to the craggy peak, my final goal is hard to seek, and harder then to call and find, my heart is pith and not the rind, see what the stormy night shall bring, of falser gods than thee i sing :the storm is tearing up the land, death is its dark command, i'm not a tree that can bend forever, i'm dying and can't suffer weather, life's empty, nothing's left behind, once i had a sharper mind, now my thoughts are come and gone,:the world is going by, no matter how hard i try, it's going by, i see the coming of the end, it's coming around the bend, i feel the raising of the wind, :: against the stone my body's pinned:: against the stone my body's pinned __