Subject: eMachines OEM license question

From: "tanner lizette" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2007 12:34:06 -0700

And the worlds-skiffs rudderless, rolling on-
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
Comes up with as a means to its own end.
Silent patch of ultimate paint. You are
To pick up even the quickening of wind
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
My keyhole blows a gale
-The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
Is it almost honey, is it snow?
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
And I would like
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
The mortal architect had brought to life,
That images of roads, whether composed
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
More beautiful than anything in this world.
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake