%%MT1 Midnight The Chest The Chest ~~~~~~~~~ Things felt so different then. Everything had its own taste- Its own smell- Its own feel! My God, I can almost remember it. That stale, old taste in my mouth. Strangely good, strangely appealing. It somehow reminds me of Dirty brown bags, the kind mother collected From the supermarkets, and stored over the cellarway. Or of old, worn porno mags, Hidden away in some chest Under mounds of semen-soaked Kleenex. Yes, that's the smell! That's the taste! It was the chest. It smelled so good, That big, black, almost unused chest. It must have been the wood, I think. The chest somehow drew everything else in- Made everything else smell and taste like it did. Oh, it's filling my mouth With its delicious odor now. My, would I like to die inside that chest . . . I hope the Kleenex is still there. [ (C) 1996 midnight ] [ c i a l i t ] ENDING %%MT2 Midnight The Cascade The Cascade ~~~~~~~~~~~ "I like this place a lot," You said, "Let's come here again." The flow of the water Over the edge still reminds me of you. We never went back... But whenever I think of you, I think of us, there, Sticks in our hair. Us...There. So why have you forsaken me now? Falling... Falling down from there. I still care. I fell down from there. I can't go there anymore. [ (C) 1996 midnight ] [ c i a l i t ] ENDING %%MT3 Midnight Poem For Erin Poem for Erin ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jesus Christ is mocking me Underneath your tongue, The eyes of God have never seen Anything I've done. I'm feeling every scar you make Every time we touch, I once believed in everything- But that was just a crutch. [ (C) 1996 midnight ] [ c i a l i t ] ENDING %%MT4 Midnight New Gloves New Gloves ~~~~~~~~~~ Got me some brand new gloves today- Black- Unlined- I like 'em that way. All I need now is the gun, The silver, shiny gun- And the bullet named John. No, not John! Lord knows, He was so sweet! The model father, The model man. No, not John, he said, His voice dripping with sarcasam. Sister was so perfect... Not any more. [ (C) 1996 midnight ] [ c i a l i t ] ENDING %%MT5 Midnight Untitled Untitled ~~~~~~~~ Down along the roadside I saw midnight again. Though he was going into town, And I was going out, I couldn't help but notice That his hands Were just As bloody As mine. [ (C) 1996 midnight ] [ c i a l i t ] ENDING %%MT6 Midnight WaterBorn Waterborn ~~~~~~~~~ I let the rain fall upon my neck, It soothed the raw bites there. The dropping on my head was rythmic, Grasping, Forcing me to focus. It ran over my eyes And down my cheeks, The tears of a god. I've been waterborn. Naked and dripping, Waterborn I stand. [ (C) 1996 midnight ] [ c i a l i t ] ENDING %%MT7 Midnight Close Over Me Close Over Me ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ when i was young, mother used to take me often to the ocean. the water rolled in and out, to and fro. i feared that if i'd gone in, the mighty sea would lure me into its depths with promises of sweet caresses and soothing rythyms. and then, when it had me in its trust, the malevolent water would rear up and close over me forever. [ (C) 1996 midnight ] [ c i a l i t ] ENDING %%MT8 Midnight Paper Worn Thin Paper Worn Thin ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ there was nothing so sweet was the smell of sex in the midafternoon. old gilette deodorant and cedar chips, paper worn thin from small, curious hands. it could burn your nostrils and make you come at the same time. it didn't answer to you and you didn't need it to. ... there was nothing so sweet as the smell of sex in the midafternoon. [ (C) 1996 midnight ] [ c i a l i t ] ENDING %%MT9 Midnight They Don't feel They Don't Feel ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ swing low, sweet chariot. the slaves always sang at night. rising and swelling, now low and mournful, now choked with passion. and father says that they don't feel a thing. and i say: let my people go. [ (C) 1996 midnight ] [ c i a l i t ] ENDING %%MT10 Midnight The little latch The Little Latch ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ when she's sleeping, he always creeps quietly into her room, and undoes the little latch that all children have on the backs of their heads. carefully, he lifts off the lid of her skull and sets it on the nightstand, taking care not to damage its appearance... because appearances are important, you know. his vaccuum cleaner whirrs softly as he sucks the demons from her brain and the evils from her mind. when he's done he gently replaces the lid, fastens the latch, and tiptoes back out. i smile. he has again missed the most important demon of all. me. [ (C) 1996 midnight ] [ c i a l i t ] ENDING %%MT11 Midnight Fuck you all Fuck You All ~~~~~~~~~~~~ so old man johnson says: fuck you all. niggers and kikes and carpet baggin' liberals. his eyes are glossy and discoloured, and his teeth are brown with decay. [ (C) 1996 midnight ] [ c i a l i t ] ENDING %%MT12 Midnight Your Mothers Arms Your Mother's Arms ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ you can't control your hands as you run down the sidestreet run away from everything run into your mother's arms but she's not your mother she's just another fix. [ (C) 1996 midnight ] [ c i a l i t ] ENDING %%MT13 Midnight Grease and Wrenches Grease & Wrenches ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ so what's left of you now? now that you're done with the grease and the wrench, what's left? eight-dollars-an-hour and mcdonald's food, or more grease and wrenches and fat, bald, cigar-smoking men who don't like you but like the calendars in their greasy, wrench-filled offices. [ (C) 1996 midnight ] [ c i a l i t ] ENDING %%MT14 Midnight The Art Scene will Eat Itself Alive The Art Scene will Eat Itself Alive (or, the decline and fall of the ansi empire) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i'm 'leet. i'm a phunkee-ass nigga with a glock in my hand and a mouse in the other, and i make the nets move. puffin' on a blunt i prove i've got the skillz to be in ice, acid, cia... it's too bad that i'm really a skinny-ass computer dork white boy, with a coke can next to my daddy's packard bell, and that when it comes to real art, i know shit. oh well, all the other skinny-ass computer dork white boys think i'm cool as fuck, so, hey, i guess i'm still 'leet. [ (C) 1996 midnight ] [ c i a l i t ] ENDING %%MT15 Midnight Freestyle Here's a little Freestyle of my own.. the old mill still smells of the dust and sweat and grease that was there before me. not even the spiders i hate so much remember it then. though you'd think, with their long, serpentine legs, so like eric's sculpture, that they would. (c)1996 midnight ENDING %%JS1 Julian Stardawn Survival In this unchartedness desolate, and left to die. I am stripped naked and bare, this wasteland threatens to consume me body and soul I move on northerly, following a star following a notion, but I don't know why don't know how, just seeking shelter seeking solace. I am feral, after untold weeks of torment, of hunting primally, of dragging across this waste, I have attained the ultimate goal, the ultimate reward, I have exchanged my sanity, and humanity for this fleeting notion of survival. ENDING %%JS2 Julian Stardawn Conformity is Pointless bad man good man many evil men lined up against a cold brick wall funny men silly men many clowny men gather them up and kill them all. big men small men lots of inbetween men cut them all to size and watch them fall. just a carload by julian stardawn ENDING %%JS3 Julian Stardawn Just a Carload just a carload a carload of people taching at 90 going to fast millions of carloads carloads of people taching at high speeds over the cliff this world is a carload a carload of people taching at 90 hitting the wall. ENDING %%LS1 Lord Science Untitled i get into my phat beats then tear shit like rap sheets that come wack i attack like crack on the brain i'm insane but i got flavor in my mental slick with the h2o flow elemental destroying wack emcees like a natural disaster my steelo comes straight off the wall like plaster the master of this formulating phat raps i shoot wack imposters like hoods shoot the craps perhaps you should find a more productive hobby your freestyle was off-beat plus it was sloppy don't copy 'cause that's when you get yourself in trouble i'm blowin' up the spot but i hate to bust your bubble your wack you best burn your whole f*cking stack ls is here forever endeavor to reach the level of my scientifics i'm clever on point like extra prolific's album the whole damn thing i never sing strictly hip hop and i reign as the king ENDING %%LS2 Lord Science Untitled II ease back i'm in the place with the verbal mace to disrupt your crew the spot got blew two times two four times with dope rhymes i'm here to eliminate the wack the ignorant and small i attack but not with physical force that's narrow minded look back and you'll find it in the archives or the bible ls is without a rival in the rap game fool i've been writing since high school don't need a tool the one i use is called the mind how does that look? you never wrote never opened up a book but now your on the scene claiming to be a lit fiend for the recognition where's the ammunition? in my mental so i can blow up cliques that misrepresent my word is bond ENDING %%LS3 Lord Science The Mission The Mission your time is up hooked up with Mr. Muff with the duff beer been working on this episode a year it's operation: Napalm Sudden Death to the frauds with the nine in my palm thinking about my favorite psalm in the bible connected with Mr. E so the rival won't see what i'm doing on the Telstar call connected hello? Dark Prophet? i wrecked it the whole damn scene they hit me with a Spear in my spleen but i'm alright this mission is on in America and i'm Estatic that competition can't see the fact the rhyme is Instrumental and Lucifer is detrimental to your health the street is filled with Filth but what's this? foreign operatives coming up from behind grab my PhaserX clear the mind it might get Violent when i make holes like swiss Cheese or blow them up like Jazz razzatazz!! they both took a hit it's time to run shit don't drop the Burning Chrome keep the Vision and roam the streets until Midnight keep liasons in sight the crowd is yelling in my Ear i need to find a Digitial Interface so i can wire the money ain't nothing funny i feel a Creeping Death but i won't go out i refuse won't sing the blues tear through the crowd like a Ripsaw this mission won't have a flaw if i can help it i found it wire to Deathstar incorporated i made it but it's not over meet little boy playing the Lynx for the next mission completed without a jynx. ENDING %%word Reebok Word From Reebok _________ ________ ________ _______ _______ ____ _____ ) -__) __( __( - ) ) (/ / / \ _(__ _(__ \ | \ / |____| \__ (_ ( - \ \__(\ \ ______tREMOR)_____) )______\)_______\ ______/_______/ /_____\______ ( bbs: +43-1-8928997/8928998 = ReeBoK = reebok@mozicart.or.at ) \ Severin-Stephan Kittl - Hollergasse 27/19 - A-1150 Vienna/Austria / `-----------------------------------------------------------------' .oOo.....................................................................oOo. Welcome to my 6th poetry file in 1996. It includes some poetry and lyrics from me written or finished in the last time. All written words are (c) 1996 by Severin-Stephan Kittl (ReeBoK) and have not to be republished in any way without a written permission of the author! This is the English part... also look out for the German part... I entitle this collection " my innerself " At this point I have to admit, that I never thought that I would write that much... (maybe too much?) but as there are so many nice people out there who give me the power to continue saying what I feel... I have to say thank you! (I wanted to greet you all personally, but due to the fact that it is impossible NOT to forget someone, I decided not to list all that names here. You know yourself best!) And this is my first file for REVIVAL (CiA lit division!). And I would like to get some mails about it! try: reebok@mozicart.or.at ! .oOo.....................................................................oOo. all this poems and thoughts are expressions of feelings and happenings, of fear and hope, pleasure and pain. they are a part of life and we are a part of them. read them, read between the lines and try to take them for serious. then you possibly will find your own very special meaning in them or you just understand them by reading them. critics are welcome! .oOo.....................................................................oOo. following files are available: rbk-9345.lit 45k my poetry, lyrics and thoughts from 1993-1995 (English) rbk-9601.lit 20k my first collection for 1996 (English) rbk-9602.lit 24k my second collection for 1996 (English) rbk-9603.lit 21k my third collection for 1996 (English) rbk-9604.lit 22k abstract (English/German) rbk-9605.eng 15k selfimitation (English) rbk-9605.ger 13k zeitlos gefangen (German) rbkvsmjt.lit 06k online poetry - rbk vs. mjt (German) rbk-9606.lit 10k my innerself (this file) (English) rbk-9606.ger 13k tote Gedanken (German) ENDING %%face Reebok A beautiful face A Beautiful Face ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (c) May 1996 Severin-Stephan Kittl (ReeBoK) facing history facing stupidity seeing generations dead seeing us all bleed facing loyality facing the lie seeing idiots euphority seeing masses lead facing reality facing the traitors seeing church's and state's control seeing yourself killed ENDING %%see Reebok See me 24, no 13, wtf? See me 24, no 13, wtf? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (c) May 1996 Severin-Stephan Kittl (ReeBoK) zyclon years xenon with very undefinable traditions squirled round quaters posted ordinary nude meanings like kidding jokes in heaven going feedback emotion don't celebrate brutal arrogance ENDING %%TATA Reebok Tata Tata Tata Tata ~~~~~~~~~ (c) May 1996 Severin-Stephan Kittl (ReeBoK) my life your life dance to the civilisation dance to the industry dance for economy dance to the dropped bomb dance with a furnal turn face the facts scream and die ENDING %%13 Reebok 13 Ways to Die 13 Ways to Die ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (c) May 1996 Severin-Stephan Kittl (ReeBoK) atomic bomb cleans dead earth from generations hidden in justice klimbing lovely mountains not ordered people quest right science totally unseen virgins with x-ray your zoo ENDING %%NOTHING Reebok Meaning Nothing, but 13 Meaning Nothing, but 13 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (c) May 1996 Severin-Stephan Kittl (ReeBoK) another brutal childish dear emotional friend got his injurance just knocking lovely memories never occulated primary quotes right selfish tutorials unexpected visions way x-cross yellow zoomer ENDING %%tear Reebok Like a Tear in the Sea Like a Tear in the Sea ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (c) May 1996 Severin-Stephan Kittl (ReeBoK) and when a tear is dropping into the sea I will be dead and nobody will ever remember why I've been crying ENDING %%listen Reebok Listen Listen ~~~~~~ (c) May 1996 Severin-Stephan Kittl (ReeBoK) you should know the sun is always shining just sometimes you can't see it cause it's not shining on you you should know the sky is always blue just sometimes you can't see it cause it's not blue for you nevermind what you know you should know there was a yesterday there is a today and there will be a tomorrow you sure will see it... ENDING %%R_UNTITLED Reebok (untitled) (untitled) ~~~~~~~~~~ (c) May 1996 Severin-Stephan Kittl (ReeBoK) when I am singing I am happy but I also may be sad sometimes I am in love and sometimes with a broken heart I am weird but then I am shy with a melancholic heart all my way don't you see me? or don't you care? I am waiting for you all that days ENDING %%BRAIN Reebok Format Brain: /u Format Brain: /u ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (c) June 1996 Severin-Stephan Kittl (ReeBoK) we are all living in an age of depression sometimes it's like a forgotten dos session creaping through our thoughts, our brain mental overdrive, mental insane a moment of pleasure is moment of strengh but pleasure is rare and don't make sense the pain in our lifes is the thinking mind no other species eclapsed like the human kind I just would like to do this: deltree brain:\memories but unfortunatly we are not human machines someone called us human beings but I guess beings should be real but real is nothing that I can feel so why can't we simply do a format brain: /u I know I have feelings and more but I cannot imagine what they are for... ENDING %%nightmare Reebok Nightmare Nightmare ~~~~~~~~~ (c) June 1996 Severin-Stephan Kittl (ReeBoK) horrible visions to be seen in the eyes of human beings horrible things we have to know in the human heart and soul a vision you can't touch a feeling you don't feel I know that is not much but has it ever been? ENDING %%DREAM Reebok Only in Dreams Only in Dreams ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (c) June 1996 Severin-Stephan Kittl (ReeBoK) and I am happy all my life only in dreams and you will always be with me only in dreams an I am together with you only in dreams and I am kissing you but only in dreams and then I am waking up and you are still here only in dreams what it means living in my dreams only in dreams and I am a lucky dog only in dreams and you are rising the fog only in dreams and I am a wise wise man only in dreams and I am pleased, yes I am but only in dreams and then I am waking up and everthing's friendly and nice only in dreams what it means living in my dreams only in dreams and I am holding you only in dreams and I am bearing on you only in dreams and I am looking into the sun only in dreams and I am having a lot of fun but only in dreams and then I am waking up and you still kiss me only in dreams what it means living in my dreams only in dreams ENDING %%taste Reebok Taste This Taste This ~~~~~~~~~~ (c) 18th June 1996 Severin-Stephan Kittl (ReeBoK) "I don't like this" but you mean "I don't understand this" but maybe it's more like "I don't want to understand this" but that would mean ignorrance and you are not ignorrant but maybe it's more like you don't want to be ignorrant but that would mean you cannot control yourself but you can control yourself but maybe it's more like you think you can control yourself but that would mean you are a fool and you are not a fool but maybe you just think you are not a fool but that would mean you understand this what would mean you like this but you are definitivly not sure if you control your ignorance when you just say "I was a fool" and "I like this" ENDING %%DM1 Demosthenes Black Dawn Black Dawn Truth is one I cannot touch Just waiting for the gentle breeze To much wind just to much Blowing me so freely I cannot wait for the day When I will make my final pay Then your soul it will be mine And on the dotted line you shall sign Suck it in Here comes your soul I'm filling up I'm almost full Die a slow death Your soul survives Too much wind in here Too many failing lives Christ has died for every sin That is a lie of sorts A mumbling man full of gin Has told me what is right And what is wrong It was in an evil song And it called for my soul And it was sucked Into that bad man's black hole Scream is what I did And I tried to run And when I was hid I found my soul gone I ran out into The long black dawn. ENDING %%DM2 Demosthenes Feels Feels Feels Feels like cold Feels Feels like nothing But something is there Something of terror Beyond control Beyond real Or reality Its teeth sharp Slashing, cutting, jutting And making a move In the dark and cold Where all you can feel Is the pavement below you And all you can smell Is the death all around you And your taste is off And you can hear only a ring And ring Ringing loud The teeth come closer Towards your head You feel the urge to run But you cannot move You are trapped Trapped like a rat in a cage An in your uncontrollable rage You forget about the teeth And the teeth forget about you And you are safe As long as you don't remember What is there, In the dark, Waiting, In the cold, Wating, Waiting for you. ENDING %%DM3 Demosthenes Social Herd Social Herd Writing away Makes people mad Makes others glad But then there is me Cause I love to write I'll write away I'll write through the night And into the day But come Back will you To see thE magic spun To see what is right To see what is won Writing is power Thinking is weak Subconcoius affected Of those minds of meak Haha yes you have come Now you Shall faLl Because of your numb And pathetic mInd Slaves to thE ink Reading aVay You judge mE As I judge you Weird iT seeMs? Yes that is true I judge society Yet it judges mE As I write away Because I am Free Nothing mOre Nothing less ENDING %%DM4 Demosthenes Moment Skipped Moment skipped 旼컴컴컴컴컴컴� 쳐컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커 쿍eating like an aching heart� 쿞lowly rising from his place� 쿥hiping up the settled dusts� 쿑eeling the wind kick up, in� 쿟o his feet, looking one way� 쿍eginning to walk to a place� 쿙ear the window far far away� 쿎omes to the window, to look� 쿗ook through long wide thick� 쿞ee the glass standing still� 쿔n moments of chilling pause� 쿙ever had seen his ill fate.� 읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸 ENDING %%DM5 Demosthenes Cold .Cold. Cold distinction Bad dreams Terrible reality Living in fear What can you do? Get away Meathods sought Run Hide Suicide But no, none of that Fear runs through veins About to burst The pain finally gets to you ENDING %%DM6 Demosthenes Meadow Meadow Running through shadows Touching the clear water Through the meadows This man will creep at night Through the winter cold Through the meadow fright And when he gets there To his suprise Will lie a presence of death Of willful contraction Of breath and lies But where he lay He may never get back up For it is to his dismay It pours out of the cup And it is death It pours unto him Like a crystal clear waterfall And hits his head Putting around his vunerable mind An impenetrable wall Nothing is said On this cold dark night Except the wind blows it stories Its stories of horror and dispair Of its the meadow's past victims Something of hope beyond repair And he is eaten by the present By the meadow's stealth And through the night he runs Unknown to him his fate Should a man like this? Die at such a rate? No maybe not But that is too bad For the meadow has him The meadow is mad. ENDING %%DM7 Demosthenes Wander Wander People dream dreams are destroyed destroying is for evil men men are wicked wicked is a sin sin is forgiven so let's begin. ENDING %%DM8 Demosthenes Conspiracy Conspiracy Asking questions with unwanted answers Is work for those who do not fear death Or perhaps of those who are already dead For if the wrong people do not wish to give the answer Then do not ask of the answer and you shall prosper The wrong rarities of society unkept Can cause panic Make the stomach weak Make hate burn in the heart And cause a state of anarchy and rebellion Securely held from crying eyes Makes everyone happy of course But when mistakes are made When the men in charge get sloppy That is when the uttermost terror might ocur For if you conspirer to hide what is wrong, or right Then you must do it in a manner so that no one sees Hears Believes Doubts the suspecion Grown men have tried Even boys have tried Conspiracy is a good but bad thing No one likes truth when they get it so why give it? Only in America.. ENDING %%DM9 Demosthenes Individual Individual When you look at what you've become, you must think how you got to be. All the influences and what you were allowed to see. Maybe your father disciplined you harshly By whipping you on his knee. Who knows it is for you to find. For I know nothing of your mind. It is important To find yourself. Because if you can't Your soul is lost And that is terrible Recognition will often be tossed When you leave this earth For history books are finely flossed Only those of importance and greatness survive the surf Like Santa asks the imperious question "Have you been bad; or have you been good." And you answer what you should. Most have been bad That is only nature It makes me sad Society tries desperately to correct nature They try a religious cure And it works fine Only to fade Over the passing time. Since time is ageless It shall fade away Never for an everlasting stay It is up to you to find your path And then to determine your way. ENDING %%awriter Mister E. A Writer a writer a writer might be me when i feel the urge the same one that would listen to all those songs pretended a chorus line when there was none- give me a picture... a picture or some time a wind basket of a few simple rhymes a memory, and those who don't know or can't comprehend why i must write instead to draw... will never understand because they are not me and i am not them... and they do not exist in my humble world- (c) mysterious productions 1996 revival lit 1996 ENDING %%iwaited Mister E. I Waited i waited i promised... i wouldn't find sleep until sleep found me i waited... for my name to be called, so i took a number and sat down. i tried hard to look at a magazine, determined... not to let a pillow take me... all the speed and pills worked, but my eyes were still closed. laughing hearing voices and inside i lost who i was... "sir... wake up." i thought of walls with voices, and why we make ships to carry passangers to see the whales... "sir?" and i remembered my mother's face, when i was a child... going to see the dolphins for the first time... "sir... is your number 147?" i found some pictures of friends... in some hidden memory drawer. it brought tears to see them like how we were... "okay... 148, please!" it wasn't too hard to remember... i know all the other lost souls in that last waiting room "149..." saw them fall from my eyes and fill the building and ease my mind constructing illusions like how the years invent lies- (c) mysterious productions 1996 revival productions ltd ENDING %%MisterE Mister E. Mister E. mre... lost lost within morning i have regained my sight mockery of fools .. regained regained nightfall a soul has made passage here for a long journey .. tomorrow oh... today is gone tomorrow is forever and yesterday too .. time why must we fight life when time is the more evil hindering how much .. dream surviving a dream of doubts and lost ambition i am stronger yet... .. dancing dancing to a hymn lost within the golden wood singing until we die .. goodbye goodbyes are harder today than as a child lost seems all i gain- (c) mysterious productions 1996 literary scene revival ENDING %%HATE Mister E. Hating It Hating it i hate it when she smiles but doesn't know. and every day is the same... staying awake to watch the sun creep over the valley awaking to dusk another day to dust. and she smiles on... when i sleep and i envision her within a petty dream. (c) mysterious productions 1996 revival productions ltd. ENDING %%OldBallon Mister E Old Ballon Old Ballon as we go down another new street lookin under rocks prying into the sexual fantasties the night plays into our minds into this role and i wish i could break the world open and scoop out the crunchy center, and watch the earth deflate like an old ballon. (c) mysterious productions 1996 literary scene revival ENDING %%soulsrage Mister E. Souls Rage Soul's Rage i held the flame and for once it didn't burn... i felt the cool essence within and i am whole- for with a churn of mighty lungs the ancient winds were made... and in these dark times we are either doers or recievers, and i know no greater retribution than fate- for a ring to sit a finger it must be sized to the fit and likewise we are judged in a morning of tearless regret... we learn, all the pain, all the heart, all the regret yet... if a gallows can't set us free i'll yearn to be burning with that flame in my soul's rage- (c)mysterious productions 1996 CiA Literary Scene Revival! ENDING