the book, like the phrase
to such an extent that it
is a film and you're

stolen from the book,
made the sense that brings on the
walking in it or

is nothing but a
quiet moment between two
maybe thinking some

blueprint or a map
childhood friends (while still children)
thought and throwing rocks

which, at the time, sat
lasting until the one turns
into the creek with

well internally
to the other, compelled to
your friend, but throwing

with the way we're wired
say, "do you ever feel life
isn't the real thing?"