Xylem and Fungi

He woke up inside of his backyard

He saw tress, and grass, and everything else you can imagine in your backyard

It's irrelevant when a moment doesn't take place in time

A context to it would be like your heart dropping when you see a police car on the freeway

He opened his eyes

In fact spiritual is not the word, it was close to natural

But natural is insane

A mailbox can appear natural

It was no awakening either

He certainly wasn't sleeping at a time like this

-but he was practicing practicing practicing-

He felt the grass that stuck his legs through his highschool gym shorts

He felt every maggot waiting for him to stay there long enough to decompose him

And the fungi that would be produced

He felt life slip in and out of him

And he only can recall the moment he opened his eyes

He remembers that at that point, death life death life

He was fasting and fasting

And sleep deprived

A real hallucination

When the real world becomes less real

And the fake world becomes more fake

He could swear he felt the bananas in his small intestine

But his xylem and phloem

Well they were having an orgasm