he sits on a shack porch
he looks down a hill
he looks at the sky
he sees trees, then sky
then a white moon
he closes one eye
he sees the moon move
against a tree
he moves his head back
he sees the moon below his head
the earth tilts up
a large period of time
exits the earth
the large period of time
touches the trees
he gets up and walks down the hill
into the earth
a white house grows into the earth
the walls fall on him
and he slips through each window
until a wind fills his chest
he rides the wind to a tree
he sits in the tree
the wind moves his hair
the trees exist in his eye
he is the trees
he puts his hand on a piece of glass