Subject: OEM software

From: "kristen eliot" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2007 13:24:28 +0900

References
With a hand freed from weight,
So, startled, quivering,
I might have happily lived some other childhood.
The form sought for centuries by
Traces of those deep cuts lie thickly upon
The line between the outside and this room
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
I might have happily lived some other childhood.
Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,
Winds blow sharp, what then?
Is it almost honey, is it snow?
In a single floral stroke,
Where lamps are lit: these, too,
P?e and M?e Chose could be in conversation
Point, after all, when finally one reaches
giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,
Are muffled into silence that refuses