The world is losing gravity
How long can I hold onto the surface?
This turgid turf
These blades of grass
My feet don't know the ground
Without blood

All we ever wanted was to float away
Idyllic in expression and hopeful
As a prisoner

The light that I see can only be the remains
Of dead and dying stars
Figmants of imagination
Relics from the ancients
And our modern prophets seeking profit

The world is losing gravity
I am losing air

All we ever wanted was to float away
And end up in the sun