From: (Zvi Gilbert)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: glow
Date: 2 Dec 1998 10:49:41 -0500
Organization: his truth goes martian on
Lines: 27
Message-ID: <743nil$>
NNTP-Posting-Time: 2 Dec 1998 15:49:43 GMT

the therapists and astronauts are asking for a light
the predators are pondering philosophies of night
the macula degenerates, the world is full of woe
but i am caught --
like a bug --
on the ramp of your glow

the waves are rolling on, encyclopedias of blood
the words are rising higher in a salty letter flood
my head is stuffed with trivia, my eye is like a toe
and i am caught --
like a rock --
in the sky of your glow

and somewhere people shudder, and somewhere papers burn
the detailed mass of things that humans never, ever learn
with all the good and all the goods and all we never know
i am caught -- 
like a thought -- 
by the net of your glow

out of range