4-20-93 she deserves it.

Sure, that's the picture - A once noble gram now turns to a shallow comparison of memory and feeling.  Every time that the planet shifts beneath the foot, a complacent sigh rests in the clouds;  it's an omen of flight, don't deny the pleasure of the aloft.  As it was once said, "That's what you're asking for."  And thus she asked of me:


            April showers amidst dark bowers,
              stretch solemn the dusty walls,
            Armpits of street deep and dead towers,
              And fit to the task of the catering calls.
                        When he awoke,
                            he found beside
                                   him,
                         a poem like a joke,
                            a phrase inside,
             

"Don't let the shadows go!" was the echo that murmured past the ears of those asleep and those awake.  The awake are the more-important, for amongst them was the one true  one true..