And even when the world explodes
and I come up from underground, alone
where I explore the houses I've always known
though I've never really thought
of the rug where the family wiped their feet
and the checkered table where they would eat
to discuss the foreign policy
and who should give the baby a bath,
you're going to follow me, suddenly wise
withholding the answers by closing your eyes
offering no good advice
as my steps echo down the highway.
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