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MICAH ROBINSON'S

(3/4/97 TUESDAY)
WRITTEN SAME

A dark road not taken stands in
a dark corner. Never seen or
approached. Does it all end in death
or destruction? Do the clouds and
sky fall and spread the deadly disease?
Are we alone on this desolate table
of stars? Only to find our future is
far worse than the thing we viewed
here today. Is it all our way to
stay in a cosmic vortex of stars.