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
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