<span>she dreamt of fire</span>
<span>she dreamt of the wallpaper curling, smoking, cringing</span>
<span>in a theater that only played disaster movies</span>
<span>she dreamt of a hole that burned through the wall to reveal</span>
<span>a warm place beyond</span>
<span>she dreamt of a world where the people did not dream about destroying all they had made</span>
<span>because they had actually made something nice for once</span>
<span>perhaps it is a machine that produces bubbles</span>
<span>containing miniature butterflies</span>
<span>perhaps these butterflies are</span>
<span>genetically engineered to flutter up</span>
<span>and whisper a compliment in your ear</span>
<span>that your hair looks nice today</span>
<span>or that their world is</span>
<span>richer for your presence</span>
<span>even when your hair</span>
<span>doesn't look so nice</span>
<span>because they love you, baby</span>
<span>and the people were pretty damn</span>
<span>satisfied with their invention</span>
<span>enough that they didn't even</span>
<span>feel the need to make more</span>
<span>they just had the one and the one</span>
<span>did its thing</span>
<span>and that was that</span>
<span>and they all liked what they had made</span>
<span>because it was a thing</span>
<span>they had wanted</span>
<span>to make</span>