Even Our Shadows Disappeared

i remember the fall last year we were so defiant we disappeared nobody knew where we are oh there were rumours people always want to talk about something that takes them outside of their own lives i guess even in our absence we were bigger then most people are, living to the full throttle we went west. or was it south? southwest the desert wide open empty space because we felt empty and we needed to refuel to go some place with the absence of life and the absence of death as well a place where the vast expands into nothingness everything was possible, everything was allowed everything was ours and people continue to talk tell their tall tales, theories.. what actually have been done there? if you omit if you refuse these necessary details if you deny everything well, their blame doesn’t mean anything, does it? there was no blood on our hands there were no bruises there were no bodies left in the dust even our shadows disappeared (poetry by lydia lunch)