Total eclipses gives
Terminally ill worries some rest
Touching around, feeling for
The correct way out of
This mess, I find that
There is little to go on;
Things go forth
Through a small funnel,
That is the least of my problems,
Thoughts give way to worse fears;
Together we might fight,
Though I somehow doubt it,
Time we get into reality and
Toughen up our defenses;
To be is all I wanted
To wonder about in
This world,
There is much to wonder about;
Television gives me
The answers I seek, yet a
Tightening in my throat gives me a
Tremendous headache;
Treasures hide
Themselves from us, makes us do a
Thorough search,
Though we often find nothing
June 29, 1997
