writers convey the essence of things
which, when it gets down to it,
is as much how it "really" is as the basic facts of the matter
the facts don't tell the whole story- maybe her pulse
increased, but what matters is the smell of magic in the air
the stairway to heaven she saw, standing near that ladder
she was remembering, and the sizzling electricity in her hair
and maybe it wasn't really there, but in the end, does it matter?
does she care?