Just then or less just then and more when
the appointed dreamscape was deep
in another indigo shift,
both creator and dreamscape had to watch
their works blow away and the creator’s
crusty eyes flipping open
gave the dreamscape no choice but flight
to the nearest distant dark corner
and bite its tongue
so as to not materialize
for if it materialized
it would never again get any
employment in the dreamscape field
– anyway, the cause of the calamity
was a collective
cause as in a collection
of individual clouds crammed
into the bedroom and the creator
had no opportunity to analyze
anything but only to acknowledge
the fact of a cloud collection crammed
in his room, gathered around his bed,
and what little ability the clouds had
in forming clear facial expressions
to express their emotions they still
had the equivalent of earthling
countenances and were deft
in leaving no doubt for the creator
they forced to come wide awake,
that they were unhappy
clouds and unhappy
with a certain creator and one cloud
solved the mystery
of how the creator should greet
his misty intruders
by edging forward and cloudy fists
on its cloudy hips, formed a cloudy
frown, and said, “your depiction
– the naked way your tale exposes
your dearth of research and that you simply
flung assertions without taking time
to double-check accordance
and at least faking half a jab
at logic, well, we’re all highly upset.
Oh and you should sleep in pajamas
now that autumn reaches its own autumn
for you will need to be hale for all
the errors you need to rectify.”
“And just what – oh – oh
okay, I know I thought of it.
I was going to go in and fix it
– guess I didn’t realize-“
“Didn’t realize.
Wasn’t thinking.
Nice. How deeply
must a creator think
to see the failure to differentiate
clouds from the cloud drivers? See!
You’re doing it now! We
were to be drivers! Not clouds!”