Singer:swans
in the place where you lay
in the shimmer above
in the rust and the oil
with your mouth full of mud
you run like a child
through curtains of rain
in a room made of stone
your future was made
there's nowhere to run to
you forget where you've been
your shadow is shrinking
in the tightening lens
how many more years?
how much time is there left?
all the rivers reversed
while you counted each step
in the veins of the tree
in the strata beneath
in the polished chrome sheen
in the rebar and conrete
reach up for the hand
of the glowing half-man
stand still on the edge
of the greased precipice
reach out
in a tunnel of steel
fall through
it's coming
it's real
breathe in
the glittering dust
exhale
mindless
rage on
helpless
sightless
kneel down
fearless
rise up
righteous
save us
formless
lightless
leave us
soundless