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track 5 of 9 from the 2019 album "lunacy + the second naïveté" by closetjudas.
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“wherever it is we find ourselves, the gravity of our situation demands that we act, yet the most human response is not flight to some distant hoped-for eden above, nor to fall to the ground in hopeless despair...we need a different story to live by, one that isn’t about abandoning this world, but committing to it. to transition into such a myth – one that pushes us beyond our ache for transcendence – we will need to go to new places and do new things. the first step towards this will surely be about learning to love, looking outwards from the self, upwards from the ground even though we know that it will – at some unknown time – take us” (from “getting high: a savage journey to the heart of the dream of flight” by kester brewin).
made to be confined / drawn to take our leave from earth
though infallibly we land / bound by physics, down to dust
(sky is calling)
increase our efforts to depart / desolations overwhelm
but no force that we expend / can effect desired ascent
(we keep falling)
still we try + fail; repeat / long for any place but here
til we get to where we want / find that “there” is carbon-copied
(sky is calling)
could it be that we are wrong? / error in the calculation
what if we weren’t build for flight / we’re terrestrial, not projectiles
(we keep falling)
valid
(the password isn’t working)
launch code
(and it’s not just your memory)
missing
(the vessel’s clearly broken – maybe it was never meant to be a getaway)
reset
(rest your feet upon the solid ground)
anchor
(find a chair, make yourself a drink)
fulcrum
(life’s the hinge on which we turn – the grave’s our horizon)
all attempts at peace / speed the progress of regression
emptiness behind the veil / poured concrete; no transcendental
(sky is falling)
there’s no mass that is enough / there’s no changing bleak inertia
motionless we all remain / dreaming up suspended bodies
(we keep calling)
feckless emptying of self / can’t escape our own daydreaming
only long to lift away / hit the gravel – featherless
(sky is falling)
we remain simple machines / gaikokujin of the clouds
pivot-point of non-existence / lacking contact; feeling spectral
(we keep calling)
it’s no secret that we are each mortal
all vitality will soon relapse
our significance is expiring
another useless book upon a shelf
with each breath the void is getting closer
no rescue plan will ever succeed
better to deny illusion’s death-grip
when so little of our selves remain
instead of vainly reaching upward
make-believing with our eyes closed tight
accept as given we are wingless creatures
and that we cannot take our leave from this place
if we happen to regain our footing
existing will not be made much easier
but we might find what we thought had been lost
is found securely planted in the dirt
valid
launch code
missing
reset
anchor
fulcrum, fulcrum
