i had that covid hospital dream and then woke too early troubled and aroused and hapless. i used to have the same dream endlessly running along a cliff not able to turn for safe ground pulled toward the edge to fall but not falling, hurtling transfixed. i haven't dreamed that for fifty years, but it's in the marrow of my bones. i used to collect the glass telephone tree insulators along the railroad tracks until i was busted by the railroad police. blood hummed in the wires. the wires ran through me. the fear of something in time can become fear of everything.