I am hearing sounds I shouldn’t

A phone ringing when nobody’s calling

If reality is collapsing like I have asked it to, then I am delighted

and will buy moist, soft strawberry rollcake to celebrate

I daydream about living deep in the woods in a fairytale

cottage near a wide, powder-blue lake

I am completely self-sustaining

I grow my own food and warm my own bath water

with a fire I stoked myself using firewood I found

strewn atop the Earth

I walk barefoot
In your travels, if you happen to enter my realm,

perhaps you would like to trade with the fox children who

are neither foxes nor children, who do not

know a good deal when they see one       I have made it

very clear that capitalism may not exist/here
              /here,                 I am growing flowers 
Flowers that emit their own light

& dim when plucked

            when replanted

            become twice as bright
I chose this place for its ruined church

for its still-functioning fountain

            wide enough to hold a body

            wise enough to house a soul

Generously lifting the veil from our eyes

Limitless             not

deep enough to drown in