I had a dream that there was an old man and an old horse out in the red sand of Lake Lanier. Standing there like two ancient statues, weathered and forlorn. I spake the old language, I asked if they needed water and that's when I saw the horse was missing its eyes, there were two black holes there that looked like the tops of two twin dead volcanos. I looked at the old man and his eyes were rheumy and useless as well. My dad always tells me to never chew on stuff that is eating me up inside because that's what I do and that's what this dream is about, I spake again to the old man and his horse, I said... your God must have stood here and pondered the infinite possibilities, mine made it all, the entire world, this lake, have you ever noticed that steady rain can form burnt and lifeless, can I have your horse, Mister.