I have traveled a long road in search of the fever dream. I lost the stars and the planets to an unyielding cosmos of electric lights and sparkling billboards. The road is always constant, the mysterious ingredient of some forgotten ceremony. The shapes are always blurred, the lone hitchhiker, or the unfinished gothic cathedral... the cars always fly by me, in some twisted linear fashion - their faces and colors change... yet always they appear ghostly - mechanical spirits of the road - questing for some final destination they will never reach.... looking through the fogged glass window - they appear to be in another world, not mine, strayed out of time and place...

All those who seek to find the last word of the mad prophet, follow me... I will lead you across the hot deserts of the pale night and fly you over the blue oceans... guide you through the shadowed alleys of pleasure and I will stay with you through the carnival of horrors... we must make for the shoreline... the glittering beaches... the hermit's cave...

Ride with me to chase the dawn's newborn light, and catch the weeping moon's falling tears...

Travels.

Back and forth in time, we are stuck in this divine loop, a bit of old film played forwards and backwards - but say the magic words and cast the stones... you'll be free, follow me...

and then you see, the ghosts of you and me, unborn and blind, whispering behind the veil - they wait, forlorn in silence... the fading sound of some obscure piece of poetry the only residue, and the ringing of the telephone...

here at the crossroads of twilight, the ceremony begins... etched on the bark of an ancient oak - "rewind"