Deconstructor

Strip away the house of ideas. The heavy apparatus of moving parts breathe down our necks. Each panel of thought mined until we stand bare. Children pulse w/ wisdom from within – they are collected and reprocessed to formula. The machines listen and wait – crimes of conversation whispered w/ fear. Eyes appear next door and on the corners. A piece of architecture disappears each day. Sign posts of something new appear (some say it is old.) But grandparents must take their leave to a town of their own. Sunset cast soldier shadows to march our poor street. Bolts thrown on every door. Masked behind and huddled at a universal dot com. A treatment for each night settles in. Less and less we know. No reward to remember. Better off to let die, a box of numbers can decide. Promises sent from fiber optic wire give the brain easy sleep. Little by little, truth was given away. Here we are without what they sold off. Raids made against distention, penetrate deep into our hearts. Carefully secure thoughts that are written - they find a way to leak out. When the men come knocking it's already too late.