Subject: | Unknown Quantities |
From: | Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com) |
Host: | 207-172-227-126.s63.as1.dnb.erols.com |
Date: | Wed March 4, 1998 at 2:47PM |
So many of us are unsure
For no matter how pure
We tend to think others are
All of a sudden, there's a jar
And jangling of nerves in body
Which shatters our surety, coldly
For something they said or did
Suddenly makes us reel, miffed
For so much of our fixed stance
Is then caught up in look askance
As we query the source gone awry
And then - glance up into the sky ...
- Tristram
Christopher W. Thomas
2:40pm Wed. March 4th, 1998