June 29, 1997
10:10 P.M. pdt 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Connections"
A rich reward, a supple sweet reward, the yearning's dream, The mind's exquisite sword, And in my mind I see you, arms outstretched, saying not a word, But I always communicate, to get in touch with my feelings, to enter through my gate. I know how I know you, how I called your name out loud, How I wished we would tour the universe, how we would do each other proud. How we read each others minds, how we cured each others ills, How we didn't need a compass, or a melding of our wills. We were children of the heavens, we were students of the void, And we couldn't answer reason as he asked to please be paid, Another crowd was gath'ring, we were counting on the fates, For mythology was with us, and within us, honesty rates. It is all a jovial funeral, my friend, a world with an answer in you, And in me and the void we inhabit, and the world shall be given the clue, Another one bites the dust and another can't believe this is fate, And I'll never again just believe it, that life's only a little late, Someday I'll gaze at the heavens And emotion will recuscitate.
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