4am dream sequence

No one is available for questioning the doors have been shut and the key has been thrown away to protect the innocent from traveling down a road at 95 like a roller coaster ride with cemeteries on both sides through woods that have tourist shops in trees that work their way down alleyways with long red halls and fortune tellers for a buck twenty-five bring ticket stubs for movie theater shows glass windows that cost too much on wharfs with an ocean made of stones duck under the tidal wave in order to survive resurface again to find a stage performed with bare light bulbs and mirrors of an invisible reflection to grow and spin a song around a room with dusty air and empty thrones on platform kings and hill top queens to throw vases on the ground they crash to pieces and rebound into a rage onto your knees so give up and watch the camera leave.