Till We Have Faces

I stole the moon as my crown until the stars came down. I was the king of instability. "No one can stop my rise!" bipolar moons align until the chemicals gave way to gravity. Sweet gravity. Falling at the speed of sound, I whispered to the sleeping ground. Ask the dead, cause they won't lie, there's no antidote for time. How can I survive? How can I survive when the seconds infect my lungs? I can't inoculate or save myself when everything is built to spill. Hold us together when the fear tears us apart. Lovers, forever, you are the answer to the dark. Falling at the speed of sound I whispered to the sleeping ground. Ask the dead, cause they won't lie, there's no antidote for time. How can I survive gravity? As my bones begin to break: Metanoia. I surrender to the weight of gravity. Even the silence has a rhythm and as I beat against the earth it sounded like omission. Laying inside the lowland, I bowed within the reeds. I gave myself to consequence when grace devoured me. Colors ignite with cosmic fission. Eidolons of light scorch the earth in absolution. I'll break like the dawn, I'll bleed by design. Surrender regret, there's no antidote for time. How can I survive? I couldn't hide from gravity.  As my bones begin to break: Metanoia. I surrender to the weight of gravity. Falling at the speed of sound, I whispered to the sleeping ground. Ask the dead, cause they won't lie, there's no antidote for time.