From: slider@anashram.com   
      
   On Mon, 11 Dec 2023 11:17:24 -0000, He Who Sees All   
    wrote:   
      
   > “I’ve got the dark, stark, long-nailed blues   
   > I’ve got an old, black mood.   
   >   
   > My heart’s a room with nasty news   
   > Enough to make an angel brood.   
   >   
   > I’ll take a long, deep raspy breath   
   > And walk right down those railroad-ties.   
   >   
   > But when I keep my date with death   
   > He’ll find a straight look in my eyes!”   
   >   
   > Max Bodenheim   
   > NYC   
   > 1930   
      
   ### - the road a poet treads is more exacting   
      
   for with clear eyes he walks between tragedy and triumph   
   between hope and despair, light and dark and accepts them all   
   even if, and as, it tears him apart in the process...   
      
   he "walks right down those railroad lines"   
   with life and death on either side...   
   all for just the occasional strawberry   
   that lingers in his now opened mind   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)