From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: #3 in series
Date: Mon Aug  8 03:14:01 1994

okay hopefully this next one makes more sense than tha last one....

Listening to beating lives
Contradicted by the air
Not wanting to conform
Ever morphing, always, constant screaming
    Seperated by a corpse
    And yet ever close
    Writing and racking as we pretend
    Not to notice one another
Enough of the loudness
The black noise, the white silence
Without much substance
Although it is laden with pressure
'til it implode
    Partitioned off from one's existence
    By a wall of inexpierence
    Without a safetynet to cathc me when
    I fall
More players appear to clutter the
Cramped stage
That is too much, a need to escape
Consumes me, I want to leave

And follow that elusive one.

    - Mirrors
        (c) 1993 Aweburning

oops i hit the return when i wasn't supposed to.  the last phrase should 
be right next to the rest of the last section.

let me know ....

pbj
Colleen Marie