The imagination of dreams,

I saw the stinky sky left me dry while it caught me crying and laughing at my own demise.

Although weary of all things in tow, I need not know.

Where would be my life not now nor tommorow.

How may I act when such cats prey on me,

whence a smile came to my eye then slept like a fly.

There I saw myself in mind's eye, that foggiest brain tried to step on my silliest insanities I could contain.

It imagine me, as not I were the one sleeping,

It took my foot and dragged it

and I awoke with such nerve I smelled the fart

of my own art.