a litany of ruminations

XVI: if this is all a dream, don't wake me up: I

her thoughts are discordant

(s ca tte re d)

a
  D
r
    i
f     
    t

distant,

far <<beyond>>
the
         r e a l m

        of
                 reality

(she's always said to be a
              
             dreamer)

it takes an :/a n c h o r/: to pull her back

(as if she's lost in a vast sea)

(a sound, a voice)

but she doesn't want to

wake
up

to the             harsh,
               c o l d

T R U t H

(but is the
              sickening,
     saccharine
sweetness

of a {honeyed}

(. sugar-coated. )

L I E

any better?)

the illusion won't last forever.

(in fact, it's not hard to imagine the sound of shattering
  
                  g l a s s)

{the sound of her world crashing

                      down}

(ashes, ashes, we all fall down. but in the end, it depends on whether we can get up again.)