The problem is coming to know in a dream. In mine
other people were sleeping and dreaming. Someone was snoring.
The problem was folded neatly over itself into an origami bird.
Tools were provided. For instance:
a limestone house, a package of straight pins
and a stone sarcophagus.
Origami is a puzzle. The creases are approximations.
The result is shapely. Certainty could be folded
into a featherless bird. Tossed into the air, it might not fly
but it might hover there for a few seconds
and shit all over the stone
before it can be shot down with pins.
It’s equally possible that the dream house is not really
a house at all, but a bird, folded stone.
The pins cause indigestion and the sarcophagus,
a built-in part of the anatomy.
The difficult part is shrinking the sarcophagus
until it’s the size of a small jewellery box,
then juggling it with the bird and the pins,
so quickly they become part of one circle
without so much as a bruise, or a pin prick or a paper cut.
Briefly, everything is not a weight in hand but airborne.