Wake up into a dream

Sit and spin in my chair watching history roll out before me Roman ruins and Bubonic sewers cast the rats out into their pits of filth
time turns sideways and I fall through it, the door snaps shut and the clocks keep ticking one second at a time
Wonder about mistakes I made, wish I could change the story I'd go back one hundred years walk along the railroad tracks day and night beneath the sky glazed with constellations over trestles into forests with red-eyed beasts bigger than me
just to fix one thing
But time moves on and on, can't even pretend I understand the way I got here, took a ladder took the stairs
twist the screw and tighten the knot put on the coat turn the collar up
and march out into the cold buried in white they find me still breathing

I sit alone at my desk wife in the other room could feel peace if I chose but
somewhere I know I haven't won yet

A break in the clouds

The rain stopped
And I was falling again
falling through the steam coming up from the machinery, industry hum of society below
 And on every box and brick Chinese characters were scrawled on the bottom
 
Down in hell we cast the iron with burning pick axes. I saw a coil wrapped tight around the serpent's head, then the whistle blew, a roll of the dice and I fell even further

spiraling down a tapestry of skylines and streets

I was feeling my brain burn in this box
no where to sit I ride that's the ride we take to work
Its a minor triumph to find a space along the wall and go deaf from the wind slapping the sides
No one needs their senses anyway as we peer thirstily into 4 inch screens
sucking up the lithium through what is left of our sight

The sun falls too the light pink and blue along the rooftops. But our gaze is only a few feet ahead of us if even that. We wait for the traffic light then taunt the cars with our march towards the places we pop out timesheets and policies. Sip on a cup of coffee and listen to the CEO and other important people plan my future on a dartboard