In the dream, there are two horses who are running at the same time
    and in the same place. They are both running from a barn fire, on the plains.
    On the plains, they are running until the World is starting
    to turn into the West and the plains are blurring together.
    In another dream, they are running until the end, or until they fall off
    the far edge of the western country. They are following the map
    where the shortgrasses stretch as far as the eye can see, and the sound of
    the river is all and fading. Tomorrow, when the earth has come and gone,
    it leaves nothing but the four riders: two horses: two lives forsaken. 
    You are standing at the center of a crossroads with four different paths
    to choose from. Two of them are the right paths. Two others are the wrong
    paths. This is your choice. This is your doing, undoing.
    This is how the dream plays out: 
    	You are a horse and you have been a horse all your life.
    	You are running somewhere you remember from another life
    	and besides you there is another horse. You remember this 
    	horse from another life. 
    And the life becomes whole.
    Everything becomes whole.
    Your hoove, once broken, back again. The other horse 
    is now also a boy again. 
    No more running. You are in the hospital room. The other
    boy is in the hospital bed. And everything looks so small
    from above, from a bird’s eye-view - like a God, silent and watching.
    	He looks into the light /
    	He looks into your eyes 
    and his lips, once broken, back again, their cracked pink again,
    mouth tell me about the dream
    where we are 	brothers. tell me about the dream so this can 
    become real. 	& you are twelve years old again. You are a
    boy alone in the locker room again. Everything looks so small
    from above. 	Bird : God	.
    In the dream, there is a reed on the shore of a lake somewhere.
    A wave swims up to the shore. Over days, they
    fall in love over days until winter comes and the lake freezes
    over and the reeds begin to die.
    And still then, they are two		but two dead things.
    Two still bodies.	This is the end of the story.
    No more monsters. 	No more stories.
    The boy says	tell me we are still made of 
    the same blood. tell me this 	is not how it must end.