> "J. R. Molloy" wrote: ...If extropy could talk,
> it would whisper in song like a morning breeze. If extropy could touch it
> would splash sweet lotion on my aching muscles, and the stream of it would
> soothe, refresh and delight. If extropy could see it would observe immense and
> timeless reveries of moonlit silence within each heartbeat, sturdy as earth
> and sea, and delicate as starlight reflected in a child's eyes. September's
> moon remembers shadows of the would-be-nows in feather-years of stillness and
> dismay. September's moon knows the stillness of the will-be-thens in vaulted
> unknown spaces of the bending land. September's moon knows the suchness of
> stretching fibers in a body singing the quiet ecstasy of its tired endless
> fullness.
WOW JR, you have been hiding your poetic talent for all these years. spike
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