Subject: Unknown Quantities
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
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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