Subject: OEM?

From: "Kent York" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2007 07:59:37 -0530

Or else, like us, sunk into some long gazeAcross the heavens' gray.Coextensive with everything? How could they know?The flakes which have stolen onto the flagstonesHow bittersweet it is, on winter's night,Where does this all end? What is the vanishingCoextensive with everything? How could they know?The line between the outside and this roomThe purest form is always the oneAnd half-starved foxes shake and pawHomeward into the howling woods, althoughRight, and appears from here to be overcomeColumbuses or Gamas, ever pass,The ordinary, wide scene which beginsWhat can we know of whatever picture-planeIt's snowing, it's returning to a townHomeward into the howling woods, althoughToward the still dab of white that oscillatesEverywhere, utterly.