a thing called closure

I had the strangest dream
yeah I remember
I had the strangest dream

I dreamt that I was back at the museum

one vacant winters night

and there I shared words with dippy:

that vacant winters night
at the museum, it was beyond trippy!

mid-conversation 

with the bones of a dead dinosaur

I saw, something 

something out of this world;

a beam of silver light
(from a UFO)

came streaming down from the ceiling

I was overcome by the strangest feeling.

I think I was missing
I think it was 'missing'

I think I miss the museum:
its coloured stones, its ageing bones 

human-beings and what-could have been's,  

-maybe, eventually-

friends, ah well dippy, he sends

his regards. 

(we depart: dippy and I)

but I long to go back to the beginning of time

maybe I could find; a way to say
(to myself)

-it's coming-

-it's already here-

-it's coming-

-there's nothing to fear-
(eternity)