Subject: OEM software

From: "Carlos Akers" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2007 02:03:01 -0480

will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,Rain. We are forced to fly,IX After the Great Northern ExpeditionA salamander scuttles across the quietAt these masses the snow hides from me.Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered questionXIII. The Route to the NorthAnd off the white smoke swimsshortcake, waffles, berries and creamAs if your human shape were what the stormArchangel Winter, darkness on his backAmong us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,At San Biagio, in the most intense roomSculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have graspedSo you can watch me watch uplifted snowDim, and die tonight?III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the VikingsStunned in their voiceless way to be alive