i dream about the mechanics of dreams

i dream about the mechanics of dreams

i work on their stacks and piping 

i rummage in their bunkers and storehouses

walking for miles down corridors

going through caves 

 

i assign the ballast of bliss and of nightmares

i dream of all their illusive operations

i am assigned to work between the scenes 

i see where they illogically join

weld the broken seams 

in a phantom train yard

switching dreams like freight cars

run endlessly steady over the horizon 

i dwell on the timetable

read dream maps 

study dream histories