On a Steel Horse I ride

You watched me die in my dream last night, with my back torn open, sitting against a wall in a pool of my fast cooling blood.
I have been fangoriously devoured by a gelatinous, amoeboid leviathan from the fathomless depths of the wild blue wet thing.
Big words are the rythm of the moment.
Baby, Get Rythm, if you've got the blues.