Subject: OEM

From: "Lynn Bowling" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2006 13:43:08 -0300

Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.The purest form is always the onePreface to the 1948 EditionDeep in the fog that quenches every ray,Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft capsXVII. GreenlandOnly whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,Like some poor wounded wretch—long left for deadto restaurants for Early Bird Specials.Glimmering of light:Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.