There are all these ages and the layers of sediment they left behind
Robot plows do the strangest things with equations and GPS, which is more equations
The atmosphere is full of trace elements like any good story
And I keep thinking about a pile of matchsticks
Or piles of matchsticks
Rows, cross-hatched, bundled on an end, broken and jumbled up
Did you grow up with Lincoln Logs?
Have you been to Lincoln, Nebrasksa?
Do you have a favorite President?
A favorite time of day?
I like to keep it close
I miss the occasional ice cream binge