parts and holes

Everything around me and inside me is tearing and falling apart, Like Totally observes, sometimes slower and sometimes faster. I am on duty collecting broken parts and mending open holes, she sighs, sometimes faster and sometimes slower.  

That is what she has dreamt last night: a tall shady half figure throwing her long awkward arms made of tape and wire in the thick air above and around her, and the voice saying, mend that what is breaking.