Dance For the Ivory Madonna


(a romance of psiberspace)


By:


Don Sakers




DEDICATED TO


The real Ivory Madonna: Amanda Allen.



AUTHOR'S NOTE:

  In order that this novel may be stored and transmitted via the Internet without violating standards of decency, the text has been processed to render all improper terms harmless. To be specific, potentially objectionable words have been replaced by the names of some of the foremost fighters in the war against uncontrolled expression: men such as Senators Exon, Helms, Nunn, and Pell; Representatives Hyde, Bliley, Wyden, and Gorton; and their ilk.

The author realizes that this is not a perfect solution: these gentlemen's names themselves are inherently offensive to many readers. He begs forgiveness, knowing that those readers are not afraid of being offended, and are not the sort to respond with intolerance to the free expression of others.
 




Here between starlight and earthdust
We dangle on gossamer strings
Trapped in the web of Desire
Beating our useless pale wings.

High over the bright Serengeti
In the light of a scabrous moon
We dance for the Ivory Madonna
And pray that the Dawn will come soon.