it happened again last night
in my dreams
I was running through the attic
running through space and time
was running out
of my mind
finding clues under dusty boxes
and in old books
and I look out an open window
and there you are
but as you look up
the floorboards begin to rot
beneath my feet
and I’m falling
through space and time
just as our eyes meet
and I land in a graveyard
on a dead-end street
and I’m trapped
and space is closing in
and time is winding down
and I scream and shout
but no words come out
and I start to choke on doubt
and fear
and I’m all ears
but still can’t hear
the music playing
as the record spins
and the record skips
and the record skips
and the hour glass drips
seconds
minutes
hours
and the days drag on
and I’m in the basement
and its all gone
but the moldy boxes
filled with hurricane water
and lost memories
soitgoes1984 