"West Of Index"
If I could just feel that love again,
Of innocence givin' all until the end,
Not to be marred by a simple touch,
Like the generated beauty of an antique hutch.
To grow more with wonder and pure delight,
With each new feelin' and precious sight,
Holdin' on firmly to all that is new,
And in the process not losing you.
Laws (Of "All Sales Are Final") 9/20/2000