The video tape plays in reverse
The sound is scrambled
The Vision is confusing
Faster and faster it turns
Burning images of reversal in my head,
the twisted image of someone's dream
My vision begins to ache, faster and faster it turns
I'm trying so hard to hold onto it's fitful grasp,
so many shades of gray are blinding my senses as the tape roars in the wrong direction
Until the tape stops, and it plays forward
The sounds are clear
The Vision is perceived in Techni-Color
I watch with un-moving eyes,
Paying close attention to every detail
I know that somewhere on this tape is the answer for us
I know that it is here,

I just have to find it.

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