Slept in a dream
with bridges and streams
into an elevator
with time in the window
and man at its sill
the wonder of he
as he turns to me
with a gun to my head
not knowing i’m dead
we walk among people
I saw me fall
screaming between statues
that echo from the walls
I was shot
and saw me dead
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