The moment after the blast
Down, press on, to a deeper dark
Pushing past the unexplainable
Down to a different kind of silence
Where your body feels as mystery-shrouded
As the distant shores of Australia.
Imagine a whole, heaving whale world
That gobbles up cartographers like krill
Where the sun can’t stretch to cover the earth,
And it can’t sum up even part
Of what you’ve lost.
And everything is consumed, is burning,
With the desire to turn a page
That has been ripped out of your spine
And you’re in your own private spiral
That rotates to a different orbit
Circling like sharks around that one moment:
And outside, the world just keeps turning
Without you.
Down, press on, to a deeper dark
Pushing past the unexplainable
Down to a different kind of silence
Where your body feels as mystery-shrouded
As the distant shores of Australia.
Imagine a whole, heaving whale world
That gobbles up cartographers like krill
Where the sun can’t stretch to cover the earth,
And it can’t sum up even part
Of what you’ve lost.
And everything is consumed, is burning,
With the desire to turn a page
That has been ripped out of your spine
And you’re in your own private spiral
That rotates to a different orbit
Circling like sharks around that one moment:
And outside, the world just keeps turning
Without you.