Conductors of a Runaway Train

They’re building something out of nothing

They want to understand beginnings

At what expense to singularity

To what expanse to make a copy

A quirk for a quark


What if it falls in the right hands

It’s a challenge of the world

Not just for nation over nation

Not just for dollar over dollar

Two billion notions down the drain


And still we’re competing

Abandoning logic

Emptying pockets

For bankers and robbers

Conductors of a runaway train


Made up of cowboy hats

And wrist watches

And vodka tonics

Floating in pools of oil

Wombs of oil

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