Subject: OEM to Retail

From: "Dianne Chase" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2007 07:56:26 -0500

X. The British Attack on the ArcticThe winged winds, captives of that age-old foeWrithing their stunted limbs,Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,From there. Toward . . .Gray the cloud-like oaksand preening, dancing on the basepaths,Seized from creation by nonentity,Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,Down the long course of the gray slush of thingsPlace of absorbing snow, itself to beThe pain of being born into matter.But when, on the timepieces that we callV. The Dutch in the ArcticPalladio who beckons from the other shore,grow hot in the parking lot, though they'reAgainst this sky no longer of our world.But when, on the timepieces that we call