NotebookOne.TwentyOne.Untitled by j z provo Mon 1 May 1989 {Kat Van Wey's shift at WUVT; while waiting to walk her home} Melodies of words drip >From the pages - washed Clean By waking thots; Blink... It was all a dream. The freedom of words An illusion. Soaring High on a phrase, diving To the punctuation. The Power was untrue. Reality Is here now. Go back to Work- WAIT! -and pay no heed to Those Hear Me! distracting Wake Up! murmers; You are sick - see your _This_ is the dream! Supervisor...come, we've Made Quick! Remember the Words! NOW! Before the Appointment For you. Go to Room 27A it's too late! Capture the feeling in the Flight of the phrases as They flow into a stream ...and see Doctor Weishaupt... Yes! Dance in the light! We are -Free!- Once more! Do not Look back... -so they have your shell; Where WE are headed, It matters not. On the wings of Our Soul We glide to what lies Beyond the Rim of Our Love.