What’s troubling us
Is it the claim we’re not the same?
Or just inconsistent
They no longer think
This knowledge has any link
Everything they think means nothing
What’s troubling us is that nothing goes quiet?
Wisdom is knowing how little we know
Intellectual capacity is no guarantee
Against being dead wrong
What’s troubling us overhearing conversations
That they’ll be coming for you or me
When it finally matters
All of us become pneumatic
And all of the matter
Becomes electromagnetic
What’s troubling us? Who won American Idol?
The latest craze is our golden idol
No one is afraid enough? It’s in all our eyes
Then to pretend all understanding
Is but a pretense
Pretending the pretense of understanding
Depends on the pretense of defense
This day eraser's in the dark of night
A Pleaedian body from Alcyone’s light
Tail dust approach, not in plain sight
Past the path of Saturn, this celestial flight
What should be troubling us
Troubled Atlantis at its last passing
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