The scientists were going crazy in the ballroom We’ve found it! We’ve finally found it! And they turned back time another week. There was vodka and champagne and Lobster tails scattered across the floor. The tables and chandeliers shook. Women threw themselves across the tables As men threw off their white coats, Afraid of nothing in a room full of gods. We are the living truth. The inability of History to subjugate the human race and The inevitable victory of intellect. And the hallway wafted out into the street, The vomit and alcohol working its way Out every open window, under every door. They stumbled and fell and in the corner It glowed and they laughed because The answers were now everywhere. With every busted table, every overturned chair They found the blind, shaking power Of the beauty they had always wanted. Blood splattered against white table cloths. Empty bottles smashed against brick walls. And so many naked bodies twisted up circuitry Signals flying everywhere and nowhere. Then one by one they gathered themselves, at least The ones who hadn’t died in the heat of things, And marched single file through the glowing gate, Promising to warn themselves of all that lay ahead.