"this house is falling a part,
i'm waiting for the developers to get their money back
for i can disappear with it,"
he explained.

you reminded me of that house.

should i be ashamed of my raiding faith
that kicked down your door
that tore like paper

and insisted
and insisted

to become
beyond anything i said--
to become
anything?

i thought there was but something to fix.

you reminded me of that man.

who told me of his 17 dollar pge bill
and his attic, perfectly primed for nuclear attack
and his work in tending dry gardens

so i see it clearly now
now that you went on that bus
three hundred miles away
i think i see it clearly now

but then he spoke of Australia
and his eyes turned tragic
and i felt his soul yearn yet
i felt his recollection of his heaven

i saw those eyes in you, before.

should i be ashamed of my lack of faith
that if i were to let you destroy yourself
you'd never be the same?

you being the person i knew but
you are no longer the person i knew,
either way

and so you left
and are gone

and i see you as a demolition crew
and i see my actions as short sighted
and i will say nothing and chant nothing

there is nothing to instruct
but if i might have one final suggestion

destroy completely
rebuild completely