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From: swifty@fluke.UUCP (steve swift)
Newsgroups: net.poems
Subject: Mortality
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Date: Thu, 13-Sep-84 11:10:40 EDT
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Posted: Thu Sep 13 11:10:40 1984
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Organization: John Fluke Mfg. Co., Everett, WA
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Here is a poem given to me by a good friend who wishes to remain
anonymous.



	MORTALITY

I am no more than anyone
who sails past destiny.
My wind is time,
my sails are dreams,
my anchor, mortality.

The dance is fleet
the step wary--
I cast in my foot and lot,
that some small step I may
render motionless
in humanity.

The tide is more than any
mark on the void called horizon.
It lives, it moves, it circles,
worrying my sails.
Now I sight the shore
between the moon and eternity:
I stop short,
My craft too light
for this solemn celebration.

-- 
Steven Swift       (206) 356-5278
John Fluke Mfg. Co.
P.O. Box C9090  Everett WA  98206  
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