the missing components .....Her two inflated faces,
against the wall....................... each topped with very short spiked brown hair,
the fruits of wishful thinking.......nodded mechanically while from her two mouths
the sound of water......... a stream of domineering phrases visually spewed.
for as long as I could remember.....
into the safety of the CyberCreek..........By visually I mean that the words were not audible --
brown grass on the hills........rather I saw them emerging from her mouths
where black ice had formed.....in the form of email printed on sheets of glossy printer paper
in the pines, in the pines.........with a blood red ink jet cartridge.
while the wheel spun around and around .................
in order to avoid being crunched..........Each sheet hung in the air for several seconds
beside me on the floor..........before falling to the floor
unusually clear dream...........beside her birkenstock sandals.
a white shirt....................... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... footprints.......................... ........... a dark corner.................... the pine trees overhead...... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................

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