Subject: Qualification for OEM?

From: "Elmer Cunningham" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 6 Jan 2007 02:05:35 +0720

XXI. Flying in the ArcticIn stone waves and rock waters, far from day,Close at the end of distance the two ChoseTraces of those deep cuts lie thickly uponCome, swallows, it's good-bye.Swaying in unison beneath the snow,Scrawny wolves, and you,Event, the end of the painted road ends upThat desire has ever built, have approachedYes. The obviousOut of the road into a way acrossAnd the worlds—skiffs rudderless, rolling on—No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,And up there I cannot tell if it is stillHow bittersweet it is, on winter's night,When Arctic winds crack down from CanadaIt is as though I were at a second threshold.Of tree-dividing sky finally comes down toI bring down a bit of its light