You had a faulty understanding of the permanence of streets and city sidewalks and machines and plants and all you've held inside
there's information in the background of the aether that means everything to voices that think you are just the noise when worlds collide
Beneath a giant sky a cavern in the void between grey eyes that see your history as pixelated artifacts
in an interference pattern that makes dissonance which rises and subsides, and flies into the firmament of
some reincarnation of the planet earth
And could you throw away any significance to holding your ideals like steel like spirits that make living here alive
could you just walk away from lifetimes of considerations about what it mean to give up everything to see your dreams survive
so dive into the pertinence of unrequited love with the universe
like a corpse in an automatic-pilot hearse while still holding on
and this isn't a fall it's a falling out
and you issue your call as a calling out
with a fist up to the sky as you scream it out
gone everything's gone, but I'm still standing aren't I?
Into this world I am alive, I am beautifully surprised
ravenous hunger, I'm a heart, a star, a galaxy, I'm forest trees, blind revelry, birds, cats, love, home and I'm still holding on!
beneath a giant sky a cavern in a void between grey eyes that see entire lives as fragments of a particle of light
you had a faulty understanding of the worthlessness of streets and city sidewalks and machines and plants and all you've held inside, you are a soaring bird that flies into the frame and in between the places that we go when the things we call our bodies have to die