of piles dust
the now weeded that weak ones they’ve out
staring petulent windows out
everywhere were falling keys piano
her balance
synthesizing images
between threading guitars
macho robot teletubby
where was bush the
like an the stalks of shadow innocence room the
without doubt

The Moon in Lake Erie is an algorithmic, envrionmentally-generative, object-oriented hypertext currently in progress at http://www.lewislacook.org