the missing components
.....My skirt was composed of a series of horizontal rows --
against the wall........
...........................each made of a different piece of cloth
fruits of wishful thinking.......that was intricately
patterned in shades of black, white, and tan.
the sound of water.........
for as long as I could remember......Directly below my waist, the
first row
into the safety of the
CyberCreek....................contained rigid, stenciled white
flowers, petals and leaves.
brown grass on the hills...
"Legalize this technology," they
whispered back.
..............On the second row, black tree trunks,
..............each one gashed in the center
...............and oozing a brownish pathological rot,
shimmering in the early morning light...............were arrayed like stripes on an off-white background.
in the pines, in the pines.........
..........while the wheel spun around and around
.................White animals of indeterminate species
on the outskirts of town............
marched across an inky black sea in the third row.
dimly lit bloodstained images........
footprints..........................
The fourth row was stripped with patterns of unknown derivation --
a dark corner....................spotted amoebas
the pine trees overhead......feeding on each other's
posteriors.
walking.............................
riding................................After the amoebas, the rows
began to repeat.
the horizon........................