From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: In the Warren
Date: Fri Sep  2 12:54:04 1994
Nothing fancy, just drying dirt dropping down
and showering my head with the earth as I dig
away from the lives I've known:
The blue dot above me is shrinking now
And I know that I'll sleep when it's closed.

I've known souls far better than mine and
I'll miss their touch when I've dug deep enough
The air here is cold and wet and rancid with
Promises of sleep that never ends:
I hope never to feel that much

Grey green geodes slide click-klack under my claws
and the yelloing shine of my teeth gnaws a little,
Impotent, at my lower lip...there is no way to forget
but to hide, and no way to hide from the sounds that
flow inside my diamond-browed skull, my earth prow
and the dot that hovers above never seems to close

I thought It appropriate that the last thing I posted on the Poetry Board 
be under what is, in reality, my true name, as well as my Totem. I liked 
being Typhon, it was cute  and a literary exercise. I am a Badger.
I'll always be a badger. And in case you were wondering, the "sounds that 
flow inside my diamond-browed skull" are you all: Too Many to list,
Too Good to forget. Later

Badger01