The Hamlet Project

Memory rolls in like thunder.
You can hide under the bed
Cover your head with a pillow
Or shout to drown it out
But it will keep rolling.
You may think it has stopped.
You count the seconds while you wait
But it will roll in
Closer and closer.
It will crack right above you
If you stand in just the right place
(or the wrong one)
it will couple with light
and rocket through you
burning you through
with the past.