Subject: OEM Software In General

From: "fleur percy" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2007 23:29:37 +0900

What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,
and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men
Come, swallows, it's good-bye.
Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered question
Dim, and die tonight?
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
They move against, or through, or by, or toward.
Out of the picture of life, as it were, out
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
That images of roads, whether composed
How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
Onto my frozen fingers.
Appear to lift up from the lake;
Away from their profundity of surface.
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.
Glimmering of light: