THE ALIEN YEARS (tertiary abstraction part 1)

chris (2002-10-14 15:56:56)
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Faced with thirteen choices, we have to
Crane our necks and try not to shiver
When our graves are trampled.
Faced with all those wretched creatures,
It's all too easy - all too tempting
To withdraw into the warmth of ninety years,
Conveniently blinded by those exhasted, opaque
And withered eyes - too glassy to see, yet
Too moist with tears to ignore..
Those eyes which never break their gaze -
That piercing, tenacions, relentless gaze.
No. Don't hide. Don't be afraid.
As the tanner works his leather,
You must now work your mind...