Today, she turned to me and said,

"How do you know that I'm real?"

The static in my ears rumbled

It's hazy beat, a mechanical heart

Gripped by some magnetic fear.

The trees were silent and

Oh so blinding, oh, bleeding,

Too full of life to be anything but dead.

I knelt down to feel the stony ground,

And it laughed at me, running away

Like a child playing a game of tag.

Today, she turned to me and said,

"Do you know what is real?"