Don’t be silly
There’s a melted piece of chocolate under your chin.
The hills are a moving feast of wheat, goats and sheep.
We found ways of mixing materials to create a surreal, or perhaps it was real, life cocktail.
One day burrows into another subtly and invisibly, like silk falling off a shelf.
They never stop to worry about the government.
We feel silky and we feel tough at the same time.
Surely…everyone does!