Posse Dream Sequence
I was sick
I was tired
I was standing in the rain near a dog tied to a wire
It wandered near
I looked away
I looked up and saw a mirror among the pigeons and the planes
I stumbled out into the waste
Looked at the clouds, looked at the space
And saw all the pieces falling down
Obscuring lights along the ground
Felt in my feet, felt in my legs
The coldest breeze upon the ledge
And I saw myself instead
And I was wasting away