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