“Mushrooms fungi a manuscript in the forest. Time myelin. Here are cucumbers. Wet. Here are carrots. Stiff. Eat these tomatoes. Bloody. Lollygagging is a butterfly in the field. Radius magnifies. The creek filled with bubbling water. A bluejay. A garden. A hand. The doe runs by and glimpses the babbling of the sky and the embossing of the wheat. Out somewhere a city. Right here a stellar bubble.”