The night drags late,< br>
dragged bodily through narrow streets< br>
that twist with conversation.< br>
< br>
Dogs bark at our heels maternally,< br>
go home and sleep, the day will not work without you.< br>
< br>
The day is not ours but< br>
frighteningly, neither is the night.< br>
< br>
I want to set the world on fire.< br>
I want to burn this bloody edifice to the ground.< br>
Only the bricks will remain,< br>
stacked up in circles and lines that< br>
direct our paths like veins.< br>
< br>
They already know, these days and nights.< br>
They already know our footsteps,< br>
they have heard them before.< br>
They feel our blood drying against them,< br>
our rhythmic asses, our naked feet< br>
padding against eternity, secret or frightful,< br>
trying to escape the knowledge that we cannot escape.< br>
< br>
We ramble on in dull procession,< br>
our destination not known by us, but known,< br>
and waiting.< br>
< br>
How long before we reach the end?< br>
When can we get off this pale horse?< br>
How much eating can we do,< br>
how much dancing and growing and< br>
painting our souls against the wall in the same colors< br>
every time.< br>
< br>
How much piddling can we do before < br>
we've wasted all our time and find ourselves < br>
giving useless advice to those to come, telling:< br>
escape the inescapable, < br>
run, run, as fast as you can.< br>
< br>
The nights drags on through narrow streets,< br>
and I am dragged bodily by it.< br>
My path is not known,< br>
the world is my own, and< br>
I have never seen such a beautiful waste of time.< br>
When I am gone, I will leave it as razed as I leave myself.< br>