the good son has fallen

as the clock crushed twelve....

hey-ya- hey hey -ya hey

minute grains of sand

smashed beyond recognition

mired in unimaginable dimensions

late for a family photograph

-no lack of commitment

hey-ya- hey hey -ya hey

family tree can not be traced

-but for the tendencies

you want proof

you want justice

you want freedom

you think you want truth....

there is no metaphor for truth.

hey-ya- hey hey -ya hey

december 2001