Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.1 Fluke 8/7/84; site fluke.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!burl!ulysses!mhuxl!houxm!vax135!cornell!uw-beaver!ssc-vax!fluke!swifty From: swifty@fluke.UUCP (steve swift) Newsgroups: net.poems Subject: Mortality Message-ID: <724@vax1.fluke.UUCP> Date: Thu, 13-Sep-84 11:10:40 EDT Article-I.D.: vax1.724 Posted: Thu Sep 13 11:10:40 1984 Date-Received: Tue, 25-Sep-84 01:30:42 EDT Distribution: net Organization: John Fluke Mfg. Co., Everett, WA Lines: 37 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 {uw-beaver,decvax!microsof,ucbvax!lbl-csam,allegra,ssc-vax}!fluke!swifty