Subject: Upgrade from Dell OEM

From: "rollin delly" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2007 16:46:20 +0900

To run, as in the time of the bee, seeking
there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
Writhing their stunted limbs,
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
Gray the cloud-like oaks
Of meaning like these葉he world created by
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
That patch of white at the very end of the road
In a single floral stroke,
So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
Floating on the sky.
Of observation lying on the ground
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
Along the walls are only empty niches,
XIII. The Route to the North
Against which we have been projected? What . . .