Subject: OEM Vs Boxed.

From: "ashli dimitri" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2007 11:42:48 +0900

Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)
By the design of our own silent eyes
Out of the road into a way across
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
to try that, to hold a terrifying beast
The pain of being born into matter.
XVII. Greenland
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
As it sits there like an eventual
Toward something that the world is pointing toward
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
That only you and I can know. Les deux
Against this sky no longer of our world.
The face of a Quos ego),
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
Floating on the sky.