Blank #8 / Precipice

Part I: Blank #8 [Instrumental] Part II: Precipice I’m standing on the precipice It’s a cliff that I’ve prayed on before, so much so that despite the fact that I don’t know if I believe in a god or gods anymore My fingertips, they bear callouses My palms, they bear callouses from pressing together so tightly I pray hard when I pray I’ve often thought that this maw in front of us Was the end of everything A darkness that would consume all, a black hole Do you know that we are made up of the same stuff that makes up the stars? So what flows through us may not be just blood, it may be stardust And we are dying, every second of every minute of every hour of every day brings us closer to that final day That final hour that final minute that final second that final breath Which means when we run out of hydrogen We become giants, or super giants, or supernovas And if not that then we are simply stars Whose ill-fated courses end in collision Either way... either way, we’ll explode With this in mind, I reconsider the precipice There is something beautiful in its blackness, isn’t there? There is something beautiful in its persistence in swallowing us all The end, the end of everything is the beginning of a brand new everything The end of this universe may mark the beginning of a brand new one So that even now when my heart Feels like the most congested intersection The world... the world, it is waiting I reconsider the precipice, and so In an effort to take part in reckless acts of self definition I jump, and I ask you to join me As I fall, as I let that beautiful blackness take me into its arms I know that I will be safe in them I know that we, you and I, all of us We will be safe in its embrace