Recurring over at least 30 years (approximately)
Same scenario, recognisable and (un)consciously
Though now there's a gap in preceding memory,
However elusive, perhaps in recounting, it'll return to me
There are also various points when I note difference, definitely
While some part now eludes me, I am sure that I know immediately
From the point of wakeful re-emergence, there's a transparency
An urge of purpose motivates me recollectively
I make way without hesitancy to a theatre, or possibly a cinema, nearby
The auditorium initially appears empty
Inexorably bidden - between the rows of seats I kneel conspicuously
Before the stage I spy a minor platform, like a table, or form of trolley
All at once there's flurrying movement emerging,
Between and either side hung expansive folds of deep red drapery
"Should I be hidden?" I consider briefly how my presence maybe
Whilst seats are taken in front, behind and around irrespectively
An orator emerges and I wait patiently
Significantly, as I rise, the company subsides - melting their way outside
I listen as the sounds of their meeting fade with them into some distance
In the still of the room snatches of city existence break through
The pervasive drone on it's own catalysis me toward the side of the stage
I look toward the stage steps as I push through a heavy door to their right
Entering a long, curving and narrow lit corridor which tails off into gloom.
To my left is the edge of the stage, marked by the burgeon of curtaining
I feel invited to investigate what lies behind and beyond
A complex vision beckons me
Along with a question that interposes, "Is that possible actually?"
Now at this point, what comes afoot may vary,
