el bee vs. nostalgia

I was born in '79, a decade after  
they poured concrete over the hole
leading to the infinite potential.  
 
I heard that it was marvelous,  
that god was doing shots with libertines,
and the worlds' pants were dripping wet;
aroused by possibility.
 
I was a baby in the eighties  
when the concrete was decorated,
marketed as a brand. That irony
was sold through the nineties,
and is now a joke that won't end.
 
Today is August eleventh, twenty thirteen.  
I suspect that the concrete was never even laid.
I suspect that the whole was never dug,  
and that the potential was your everyday
run of the mill potential.  
 
I am willing to put my money where my love is
and state that infinite looked exactly the same
as it did then  
as it does now.