Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Patent Lawsuit

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Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the fax of the patent lawsuit.

I was of three minds,
Like a blog post
In which there are three patent lawsuits.

The patent lawsuit whirled in the blogosphere.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

An OS and an OEM
Are one.
An OS and an OEM and a patent lawsuit
Are one.

I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The patent lawsuit settling
Or just after.

Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the patent lawsuit
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.

O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the patent lawsuit
Coils around the code
Of the software about you?

I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the patent lawsuit is involved
In what I know.

When the patent lawsuit dropped out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

At the sight of patent lawsuits
Tweeting in a blue tweet,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For patent lawsuits.

The river is moving.
The patent lawsuit must be proceeding.

It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The patent lawsuit sat
In the outbox.

Wallace Stevens, he knew what was going down.