Visionary

I hate having good dreams.

The discord is broken;

She's dreamt it last night

Sweet, fabricated perfection

The desire: she crawls from her hole

Unbridled she reigns 

An indirect caress

Or rather one finely crafted,

long-envisioned coup d'etat

Realization begets mobile implosion

The breakdown of all routine

And still the defect remains,

and with it the desire