From "Forced to Breed in Captivity"
Agnostics sprout like branching nerves
The sheep insist the world has curves
The skeptic gets what he deserves
They tell me.
The quest for who knows what began
With a yellow lab and a gray sedan
We're better off without a plan
Believe me
Believe me
The flat world can't hide her flatness
Something must limit her great sprawl
From the threshold of the atlas
Through the vast perimeter we'll fall
Ah, ah
Where the night sun plummets in the west
Ah, ah
Oblivion, thy face is manifest.
At seven days the engine stalled
For seven more we walked or crawled
Until we felt the vacuum all around us
Out on the outcrop we crept
We sat for hours before we leapt
Dangling our legs we laughed and wept
Like children
Like children
The flat world can't hide her flatness
Something must limit her great sprawl
From the threshold of the atlas
Through the vast perimeter we'll fall
Ah, ah
Where the night sun plummets in the west
Ah, ah
Oblivion, thy face is manifest.
Copyright 2003 Zach London