* * * * * * * * A A N N A A D D A A A A N N N A A D D A A A A N N N A A D D A A A *** A N N A *** A D D A *** A A A N N A A D D A A A ****************************** A A "It Began With a Bark and a Growl" aNAda #31 A A A A by Alek 03/30/00 A A A ******************************************************************** I was standing under the maple tree then. it was an especially bright night, the moon being full and all, and you could see things that you normally wouldnt be able to see during night time. alley cats slinking in between trashcans, sleek and silent. leaves performing secret ballets, befuddling entire audiences of pebbles with various jerks and twirls. the light pollution and smog obfuscate all but the brightest stars. but, alas, you can always count on good ol’ Betelgeuse to shine brightly through smog and fog and light and shit and.... and then there is me... standing in shadows. holds me tightly. shrouds me. caresses my cheek like a dying child. i’m hungry, i’m cold, i’m lost, i’m insane. shadows: can you tell me where it hurts the most? me: (points at his head) right HERE. breaking point tried to identify with his mechanics tried to be as automatic as she tried to disconnect myself tried to obscure my reality while I slept, they replaced my brain with wires and cogs, nuts and bolts I stand here every night, under this very same maple tree. wrapped in shadows, dying in darkness... {**************************************************************************} { (c)2000 aNAda e'zine * * aNAda031 * by Alek } **************************************************************************