As We Know It

An ornamental doe and fawn, suddenly move. Tails wave, noses nuzzle – I have mistaken an actuality, and now am thrown out of my skin. I’m a millipede of fractal awareness. I sniff the body-odor of the planet take inward, then sift out Australia and Africa. I pause to dip my face in the River Liffey, odoriferous waters foam over septum and cranium. I’m a teaming acre of feelers and heads. Until an atom of disbelief re-enters its exoskeleton. The next moment is inevitable; it is a concrete bunker of inevitability. I am a stone goblin with a blunt chisel. Nerve buds are again Saran wrapped. Oddly, I’m carrying a large red kangaroo on my shoulders; it’s demanding to be sent back, and I would send it back – if I knew how.