Sky and Earth Remembered Only as Blood

Visions; It was all like a dream. Every night, the same dream (nightmare) of red skies, black soil and burnt land. I remember it all as if it was reality. Each moment, every sight, it was all so real I could taste the putrid smoke as everything had burned back into the pits of the arth. Vivid accounts of things that had not happened, but felt more real than anything I had ever experienced. The looming question of meaning is drowning my thoughts in a black river of confusion. Maybe the meaning is to have no meaning. A visual representation of discord and despondency? Remembrance; Maybe another night an answer will come. Maybe another day. If not another day breaks to this life, it will be as it is, as it was, as if nothing at all. Each breath, closer to the end of disease and peril, but also closer to the knowing of naught. A life of unrest manifested in dreams, nightmares, disease and failure. Heads Smashed by Teeth; This is what is real. They were all seen as blood and this is how I will remember them. Flowing and continual movement to and from places unknown. The sky and earth all represented by blood, crushed under the weight of existence.