From: HDYSHANDGDYDN@988888MEXPOCKFOUR.COB.KEW   
      
   Two blackened, naked, antic trees   
      
   Dancing, pagan, witch-like silhouettes   
      
   Stiller than a summer day with not the faintest breeze   
      
   Behind, an immense wash of blue and gold sets   
      
   And the winking distant frozen eye of Mars sees   
      
   This ship-in-a-bottle silent world die again   
      
   Two hundred million miles in my brain   
      
      
      
   Yet beauty also lives in dark and humble byways   
      
   Quietly beyond the hideous civic orange glare   
      
   The noble poem of nature's own obsequies   
      
   The frozen leaves and crow's nests in masts now bare   
      
   In contrast to heaven's monumental dying lightships, our time is just a   
   whiz:   
      
   Bede's bird that flew through a hot and roiling box -   
      
   You, me, the berry rotten on the branch, and the prowling half-starved fox.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
   Nick Garrett  05   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)