So what can they tell us, the writers of dream books,

the scholars of oneiric signs and omens,

the doctors with couches for analyses-

if anything fits,

it’s accidental,

and for one reason only,

that in our dreamings,

in their shadowings and gleamings,

in their multiplings, inconceivablings,

in their haphazardings and widescatterings

at times even a clear-cut meaning

may slip through.