I live in an enormous woman
composed of electronics; she
is everywhere; I can recall when she
was made of wood; before that I imagine
she was made of stone; it's always the same woman
through time & throughout space cuz
all anything is made of is her;
I've known this for so long that I recognize
her when I turn on a machine & hear her voice
over the static background radiation;
in the future she will be made of pixels
which are the closest thing
we have to pure thought forms
which were preceded by drawings
and before that by thoughts alone;
at one time she was made of fire
& before that of water;
preceded by air