The geese are flying above, 11pm, and it’s only a moment before they’re gone too.
None of it is real but I don’t want it for realness, I want it for the sake of the hills.
Growing, decomposing - which is which?
The grass is dead, but it will come back in a couple months even though in my dreams each blade is replaced by seashell pieces and trucks, cars, broken glass, germs, etc



The geese are early tonight and it is a wish fulfilled.
Tonight I got my protein from things like fish and clear liquid.
Tonight I don’t really want to dream.