Subject: "OEM" Windows 2000 Professional OS (building a new DAW)

From: "winston arch" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2007 22:25:15 +0300

Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
My only thought is for what has
A kind of snow, which hesitates
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-bye
The pain of being born into matter.
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
The high whites spread over the buried earth.
The mortal architect had brought to life,
Not so much of place as of renewed hope,
Lucky the bell≈still full and deep of throat,
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
That only you and I can know. Les deux
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)
Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,