I dream and yes I dream
of dappled worlds unreal:
sheer stone cliffs, and straining ropes–
a pretty girl’s rescue.
But all my ropes are breaking,
and not the ones I want.
And while my cliffs are sheer
they’re not sun-browned, they’re steel.
And girls aren’t dead-eyed china dolls
ready-made to save (or serve).
The plastic words they’re taught are lies;
The pain they feel is real.
And castles made of twilight
rise up from the ground
to be demolished in a year or two.