Time To Erase The World
Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 4:30 am
A new place
utterly fresh
not a tick or a tock
alone, comfortable, limitless
a child without an age
I can smile, I can breathe,
I can do anything
The most beautiful silence
Bright cool dark solid or hot
It starts
Ancient beyond absolutely anything
but this is the beginning,
it's never been seen
I'm invincible,
immune,
this is taken for granted
never thought of
A desert hotter than a billion suns
and brighter
daytime, then cool night
either lasting as long as it suits us
forever satisfying
we've forgotten where we came from
how it was
here the truly limitless blossoms
a flower in all directions
forever entertaining
forever real
To go here we give up everything
and gladly
it doesn't need our name
Our mature lives,
a shadow shallow mockery
A paper-mache make-believe world
bits of newsprint we stumble over,
retarded and proud,
idiot monkeys with our cardboard ghosts
our sock puppet stories
we could write this world on a matchstick
in crayon
drunk
We did write this world
and we'll rewrite it
every day, every hour
maybe every minute
our punishment? a necessity? unneeded ambition?
but there's none to judge,
we share the task,
frenzied gnawing rabid gerbils
Our life here is a short time
mortal
fatal
small
but there is time here
time enough to erase the world
whenever we want
it's only a story after all
utterly fresh
not a tick or a tock
alone, comfortable, limitless
a child without an age
I can smile, I can breathe,
I can do anything
The most beautiful silence
Bright cool dark solid or hot
It starts
Ancient beyond absolutely anything
but this is the beginning,
it's never been seen
I'm invincible,
immune,
this is taken for granted
never thought of
A desert hotter than a billion suns
and brighter
daytime, then cool night
either lasting as long as it suits us
forever satisfying
we've forgotten where we came from
how it was
here the truly limitless blossoms
a flower in all directions
forever entertaining
forever real
To go here we give up everything
and gladly
it doesn't need our name
Our mature lives,
a shadow shallow mockery
A paper-mache make-believe world
bits of newsprint we stumble over,
retarded and proud,
idiot monkeys with our cardboard ghosts
our sock puppet stories
we could write this world on a matchstick
in crayon
drunk
We did write this world
and we'll rewrite it
every day, every hour
maybe every minute
our punishment? a necessity? unneeded ambition?
but there's none to judge,
we share the task,
frenzied gnawing rabid gerbils
Our life here is a short time
mortal
fatal
small
but there is time here
time enough to erase the world
whenever we want
it's only a story after all