M i c h a e l C a v u t o —

A dream I’m with Hamish and T we are

seasonal workers riding a bus so

it starts somewhere into northern

Ontario a long while until we disembark It’s an

open field and there’s nothing to see

just big open Canada the boss & driver

directs us in the clear there are ropes

dangling in the sky

We climb

them which is tiring and noticeably

somewhat dangerous although our weight

is dreamweight until we reach an end

up above the clouds

and the ropes are tethered to nothing from there

we just float And the job is a simple one:

to tighten any loose bolts tacking the sky in its place

which is essential, we learn, for the ordinary

maintenance of time & the pay is good

but the hitch is this— While up there

day in & day out the worker’s time moves slowly

(due to a misunderstood property of gravity)

so the dream becomes deliberation whether we

could stand it to see our friends die.

“Remember me,

by what I say in my sleep.”

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