Realisation of a complete thing against realisation of process.

And, lo, infants were beneath my feet as I stumbled around the grass.
and as suddenly as I stepped in the car I was in the house.
and as suddenly as I was in the house I stepped onto the street again, drink on my breath.
I walked, I walked with pace, and let my light head mix with the gravel under my feet and thrust me onwards.
And, lo, I was atop a mountain in seconds, feeling wild with possibility
and as suddenly as I was atop that mountain I was on the ground, at a brick-wall.
and as suddenly as I met that brick wall, I found a way through.
Realisation of a complete thing against realisation of process.
There were infants everywhere and I was planning a trip, away.
Is forming a family a form of completion? I'm not sure.
And, lo, I was walking the same streets again and at a swing set with familiar tones soothing my ear, like an ice-pack on a fresh wound. I never truely sleep, it just kind of looks that way.