Blank #8 / Precipice

(альбом: Between Bodies - 2014)

I'm standing on the precipice
It's a cliff that I've prayed on before
So much so that despite the fact that
I don't know if I believe in a god or gods anymore
My fingertips they bear callouses
My palms they bear callouses from pressing together so tightly
I pray hard when I pray
I've often thought that this maw in front of us was the end of everything
A darkness that consumed all, a black hole
Do you know that we are made up of the same stuff that makes up the stars?
So, what flows through us may not be just blood it may be stardust
And we are dying every second of every minute of every hour of every day
Brings us closer to that final day that final hour that final minute that final second that final breath
Which means when we run out of hydrogen we become giants, or super giants, or supernovas
And if not that then we are simply stars whose ill-fated courses end in collision either way
Either way we'll explode
With this in mind I reconsider the precipice
There is something beautiful in its blackness isn't there
Something wondrous in its persistence in swallowing us all?
The end, the end of everything is the beginning of a brand new everything
The end of this universe may be the beginning of a brand new one
So that even now when my heart feels like the most congested intersection
The world, the world it is waiting
I reconsider the precipice and so,
In an effort to take part in reckless acts of self definition
I jump and I ask you to join me
As I fall, as I let that beautiful blackness take me into its arms
I know that I will be safe in them
I know that we, you and I, all of us
We will be safe in its embrace