david is a breakdown

david is a breakdown,
taken left and taken all,
gone with the wind of a thousand sighs,
signs in the road all leading one way,
gravity dragging them downwards;
david is a shakedown, a quakedown,
gone but not forgotten, gotten sick
on some bad medicine, something
about the east coast, not quite what it was,
not in kansas; david is a rake, a break,
a staking of claim in an otherwise
utterly wholesome territory; this is a
test, a lesson for you, a question of
what you want to become, a belief
that maybe, just maybe, you'll be better,
not broken, words spoken long ago,
the giving and taking of rest,
always an ideal and never a fact,
a figment, a signal from the system;
david is a tired one, a wired one,
the earth is up and the sun is down,
the sun is gone, the horizon hangs,
suspended, suspicious and stupendous,
surrendering, the sky is broken
by a billion bits and bytes of binary,
these bits and bytes by which the heavens
are hung upon the drying line,
a sign of things to come, a sign of
what will be; breakdown is a david,
a breaking david shakedown,
a takedown; everyone on three,
everyone with me, everyone believe,
believe, believe...