Subject: Ebay & OEM software

From: "marta adah" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2007 14:54:49 -0700

The flakes which have stolen onto the flagstones
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
As if your human shape were what the storm
XI. Franklin's Last Voyage
That square뾑h, 56 x 56
Again awaken from your being gone to find
The weight of being born into exile is lifted.
P?e and M?e Chose could be in conversation
Merely a mockery of spring
At San Biagio, in the most intense room
Or by the loud hand of painting, always puts.
At San Biagio, in the most intense room
Of observation lying on the ground
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
The edge of that other square cut from the right
Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
Whiteness, those pediments that rise