I like the way language always feels like.
It is getting somewhere. It feels
like waking up. Getting lighter. The smack of dawn.
Against your back.
The dream that ends when you wake up.
Is not insignificant. Think.
It is like an airplane
going down. Because you woke up.
All those unreal people you were.
They are suddenly on a plane going down
because you have to go to work.
You senseless monster, go back to sleep.
Rescue their unreality!
Your boss will understand.