Brutal

Crashing down to earth
solid and reproaching
Why did you leave me
for your castle in the air?
Come back to me, child,
to harshness and to truth
clasping their iron arms
about your mind -
Do not let it wander again, naive one.
There's comfort in unforgivable facts
in unmoving absolutes
in square corners
in rigid pathways.
The disinllusionment of your imaginings
will break upon the night
exposed to mechanic reason.
Your heart will balk
at it's improved, pristine surroundings
that will protect you from
silly fancies, evocative music, flighty poems
that will only hinder the march
of progressive realism.
Welcome home
close your thoughts
muse no more.