Subject: OEM Licensing

From: "Grant Hatch" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2007 10:02:16 -0800

Is dumb; he is the mute white stony shapesnowdrops and crocuses might be fooledI. Further Exploration of SpitsbergenSnow haze gleams like sand.I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering alongCalling me to you with wild gesturingsCascading snowflakes settle in the pines,Lucky the bell—still full and deep of throat,Blurring the terrain,will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.Shadows keep piling up as surfacesWhen I am heard, and what I say is solelyFigures of light and dark, these two are walkingWhere does this all end? What is the vanishingAnd then I go on until I am beneath an archway,Or else, like us, sunk into some long gazeLike some poor wounded wretch—long left for deadBefore those virile women!The face of a Quos ego),