%%% %%% %%%% %%% %% %%%%% %%%% %%%% %% %%%% %% %% %% %% %%% %% %% %% %% %% %% %% %% % %% %% %% %%%% %% %% %% %% %%%% %% %%% %%%%% // // //// ////// ////// // \\ \ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ // /// // //////// ////// ////// // \\\\ \\\\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ /// /// // // // // // // [ Mind Warp - Volume #6, Issue #05, File #85 ] [ This Indiana Night - by Chris ] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This Indiana Night [Chris] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ THIS INDIANA NIGHT Indiana nights are like coffee beans; everything is dry until the water percolates down. But there is more to an Indiana night than a mug of caffeinated liquid. There's a chance something may happen this Indiana night. Each cloud changes in gradient from a pure white; a contrast of grays mounted on a blue canvas. Points of view are misty, but still visible as the moon beams like a pinwheel of spirals. There's a chance something may happen this Indiana night. All the smiles on the children's faces turn to frowns; they know what is to come as mothers holler. A cow, as a breeze rustles the corn stalks, lays on its side to give birth to her calf. There's a chance something may happen this Indiana night. As the rain begins to fall in installments, I cry too; each dark cloud comforts my lost affection. I extend my trembling hand to the heavens for help but it roars and spits, as if my dedication was not true. Something happened this Indiana night. ============================================================================== E-Mail mustaine@wam.umd.edu to become a distributor! ==============================================================================