Elliptical heavenly bodies
Elongate along their axes
Every soul wanders along
Each avenue, spitting
Epitaphs to bodies once
Exalted,
Even though those same
Extremities gave them such
Exigency in the past
Except when such as passionate
Empty promises fill their memories
Etching out pangs of misery along with
Expectations of what might come if they
Expose themselves like the true beings they are
Enveloped with this preamble
Escape becomes non-existent, though
Every one wishes otherwise, yet to
Elude fate becomes impossible
Existence this way becomes commonplace
Even in this
Earth, where the commonplace
Exists in a fantasy land
Envisioning the New World becomes the only
Escape; though it is only
Enigmatic in nature, we
Enjoy it, nonetheless
June 16, 1997
