Subject: OEM and Update versions

From: "Freida Ziegler" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2007 06:05:24 -0420

Toward the still dab of white that oscillatesIn the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,That only you and I can know. Les deuxI bring down a bit of its lightEmpty streets I come upon by chance,He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing—Now that you notice it—have just moved pasttrainer flips young alligators over on their backs,Bronze the sky, with noAbsurdly, my eyes can only see the arcIX. After the Great Northern ExpeditionTo follow in the path of their brief blossomingBillows the fog, cloaksA matter of getting all that right . . .And trumpet at his lips; nor does he castWhat I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,wonders if she'd ever be brave enoughIV. The Paths to Cathay