GRAVITY

Single. A threshold of silence. A circle that does not close, yet holds all things. Between sea and sky, something calls—yet veils its name— and the self stands still, listening to the weight that is not weight, to the fall that feels like return. #lynnheage #anthropodigital #auguralcanticles #gravity Lyrics The compass breaks upon the threshold stone Where geometry surrenders to the ghost We stand within the circle, yet alone Between the burning bush and frozen coast In the dry lane, the young eyes seek the sun A nervous architecture built of light and dread The clock-hand stutters, and the race is run Before a single, candid word is said We weave a shroud for what the world has spun The skin-voltage leaps the hollow gap A lightning-strike within a paper map A tiger wakes beneath the velvet wrap Staring through the glass of deep-dark floors At the island made of salt and sanctuary The shadow’s heavy night consumes the door While the one-foot orbit claims what time shall not restore The mansion stands upon the distant reef A white-washed tomb of all our lived years We trade the long-term truth for momentary grief And wash the Altar with our secret tears My kiss murmurs a canto in your tongue A consecration sealed in circuits of desire We ride the deadly stallion through the fire And carve our names within the book of song She offers her silhouette to the blade An open face beneath the watchful eye The last Covenant’s price is already paid Where every hidden choice is carefully restrained Staring through the glass of deep-dark floors At the island made of salt and sanctuary The shadow’s heavy night consumes the door While the orbit claims what time shall not restore The mansion stands upon the distant reef A white-washed tomb of all our wasted years; We trade the long-term truth for momentary grief And wash the Altar with our structural tears A see-through silence holds the breathing space And Vacuum is reborn where Merciless remains I stare at you my love through faceless veils I gaze at you while lost in reckless battles I look at you like Orpheus looks at death Your eyes the reefs, the beacon, and the grave A one-foot orbit—an island blessed my face A one-foot orbit and your figure hurt the flame A one-foot orbit and your soul my palimpsest I stare at you and die I stare at you and pray I stare at you and wait I stare at you and curse I stare at you and curse I stare at you and rise for you again