before the sun first rose
there was nothing we could do
all the water in our hearts froze fast
the world begin anew
I finally woke up and pulled
these sheets across my eyes
to once and all dispel the myth
that everything must rise

this gravity that holds me down
leaves creases on my mind
It’s erasing more than memories
and space between the lines
hours spent beside myself
hold true to all these lies
until my name’s forgotten by the
continents and tides

but my name is not important now
and neither is my station
here lies the only home i know
the stars
my destination

then I’m reaching for the lightswitch
to return the morning’s glare
the hum of electricity
the ozone in the air
the energy, the glory
the spark that gave them breath
the iron and obsidian
laid heavy on their breast

when first i came to understand
that nothing really dies
It just changes rearranges
all the space between the lines
i felt myself elongate
stretched across the field of time
And i saw my name splashed on a sea
of shimmer and of shine

do you see it written there in lights?
a sun for each occasion
It’s a marquee lit in candlelights
the stars
my destination

Then turning for the door
I see her standing there
With blazing circles in her eyes
and diamonds in her hair
There’s carbon laced with carbon
laid in braids across her back
the lattice cracks and shatters
but the heart remains intact

Ah the growing paranoia of
the blackness in the sky
When these seconds, minutes, hours
days and years before us lie
vessels surging forward
salty veins that crash and fall
until the channel widens
and the sea reclaims us all

Then my words become a sextant
Meant to aid my navigation
I borne across the endless sea
the stars
my destination