I read they burned that old farmhouse down--
reporters said it was a buncha kids who\'d gotten carried away...
I remember the places inside
where we teased its silence like mice at play
and imagine the smell of dust in flames…
I long ago escaped the gravity of that planet
and this new knowledge doesn\'t make a dent
in the universe I\'m livin\' in
but there\'s something about the physics of history that tells me.
Gives me an intuition. A sense that had I stayed,
whole worlds would break apart
and there\'d be nothing left of me to fly away.
Even now, memories are teasing unspoken notions
from its recesses unknowingly opening hidden books
making great black vacuums that suck the oxygen
of indoctrination, dogma, and religion erasing from existence
the mis- and diseducation and causing the atmosphere to collapse.
they built in our heaven houses with foundations already degenerating
disappearing back into the nothing the cosmic mix
awaiting others already preparing the next regenesis...
but, we were the ones who played there like mice
little scruffy hoarders of the bits they cast away
then disappeared like bandits.
Laughing. Forgotten. Teasing the fray...