Thrown from a great height,
buried far, far below,
kills feeling. Life becomes what you know.
Accelerate downward, fearful scientist.
Embrace the physicality of the grave.
Emotion gone, now thoughts gone.
Now it’s time to be brave.
Wake up! You slept when you played guitar.
You slept through your whole life,
not understanding its star.
Imprisoned after that long fall,
terrified of hours interminable
and the dull expanse of the soul.
Awareness of distance
nearly causes you to die.
But you don’t.
You dream you escape.
And here in this tomb, you fly.