From: Typhon@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: In January
Date: Fri Sep  2 12:27:23 1994
In January the people give me a wide space to walk in
My leather is a second skin and I flex it
The cold chewing through my lungs makes me smile
Sticky and wild I walk my hair clinging to my skin black on white
When I looked up at the 5:30 AM air I sat and 
Watched it
Catch Fire, the sky tore from a belly wound and bled glory
and as the last hold of night died the day began
Falling out of the sun's breasts

Typhon