The Cows of Professor Valley

We're a digital ape in an analogue universe,
The night of dreams spent talking to celebrities
While the dragonfly glowed blood-red in the window,

The tying of one impossible-to-separate event
To another impossible-to-separate event,
Breaking the bone of the world into pieces

And then reassembling them again, scarring
Them not in the least, only our own experience,
The child crying out "Nightmare!" to begin the day.