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Great minds suspending their future, our future theirs
Oppenheimer and his brethren raced Nazis and other such evils
many times crashing face-down fast on beds no time to unmake
working so late, they had to party till dawn, the bootleg 200 proof
 

 

Oppenheimer and his brethren raced Nazis and other such evils
working fastest after the race, they beat the end of world wars too
working so late, they often partied till dawn, the bootleg 200 proof
that would cloud their heads and drop them outside the labs
 

 

working fastest after the race, they beat the end of world wars too
crowding out of the same atom in any given cell, a new atmosphere
that would cloud their heads and drop them outside the labs
in thin desert air, Los Alamos, New Mexico, a universe of noise
 

 

crowding out of the same atom in any given cell, a new atmosphere
ever ready to burst free from implosive pressures imposed
in thin desert air, Los Alamos, New Mexico, a universe of noise
some danced, others threw up . . . shot glasses to salute
 

 

ever ready to bust free from impulsive pleasures proposed
toasts that would spike into every atom split thereafter, brilliantly
some danced, others threw up . . . shot glasses to salute
that which made universal their personal dreams of atmosphere
 

 

toasts that would spike into every atom split thereafter, brilliantly
all of us everafter living the same trillionths of a second
that which made universal their personal dreams of atmosphere
after the unhearable twitch, the unseeable spark, conceiving . . .
 

 

all of us everafter living the same trillionths of a second
the itch behind that penile shroom even the blind reported watching
after the unhearable twitch, the unseeable spark, conceiving . . .
the way the military had circled clear of Hiroshima, thinking ahead

 

 

the itch behind that penile shroom even the blind reported watching
white lightening streaking through the purple and orange shroom
the way the military had circled clear of Hiroshima, thinking ahead
if you think this metaphor a melodrama, you've bootlegged your own
 

 

white lightening streaking through the purple and orange shroom
fiery winds rushing trees, thundering off rocks, filling with voices
if you think this metaphor a melodrama, you've bootlegged your own
genie in a bottle dropping to land saved for unobstructed analysis
 

 

fiery winds rushing trees, thundering off rocks, filling with voices
great minds suspending our future, their future ours
genie in a bottle dropping to land saved for unobstructed analysis
many nights crashing face-down fast on beds no time to unmake.
 

--- Chris Custer