But I remember those days
Holding the devil's hand on back roads,
In back rooms, in back yards...
In fields of loneliness with only music and three friends,
Four friends, perhaps five.
Up to the abyss, over the doom of ages
Perplexed as anyone before.
Yes, I remember
Every secret was fresh and every road new.
The cosmos were mine to create.
And the demons asked, "Will the angels set you free
Or tie lead around your ankles?
The trees, will they flower rich fruit, passion?
Or disperse into ageless dust, mute wisdom?"
And each path I took was formed
Of cracked halos & ground hooves.
A stream of milk & blood ran down the middle,
Dividing the old from the young.
One laughing at the others' fear,
Stomping the snakes of grinning mouths.
And to the left was a great desert
With ritual drums & cries for mother,
Father adding wood to the fire, the heat unbearable.
Intolerance nestled in his loins, poison pressed down,
Carried to term in the bosom of a child cast from heaven.
And i wept, pleading to see no more,
As the curtains of infinity closed
And I was flung
Forever?
