speaking in whisper

I stand here
and the stars
whisper
down
their secrets.
They tell me that I shouldn't listen to God.
Don't let his touch seduce you, they say.
... drug you into a
photosynthetic stupor ... I hear.
... he is cold-hearted;
A cold-hearted Sun.

The voices hang
on silent string.
I almost have to swim through it
just to hear my own breath.

They are secrets.
Baiting me,
waiting for me
to look up
at truth.
They would like to see me
crushed
by thought.

The sky must be tired.
She can't cover us up
from the Universe
forever.
No, she can't keep us
from forever
forever.

something falls from her :
... leave the dead to memory ...
... and leave memory for the dead ...

She isn't dead.

... go ahead
and tie yourself
to the bullet ...

I stand here
and take one step further
than I want to.

... that way,
you can't look back ...

That way, I can't look back, I repeat.
I brush the words out of my eyes.

Let the Sun lie to me.
He tells me things too.
That is truth up there, he tells me.
But while it's up with the stars,
things hide down here ...
yunno, in the dark.
He smiles first -
What?
You think truth can be in two places at once?!
- and ends up laughing.

You are beautiful,
even if they're both lying.
Not even the Universe
can take that away from you.

I look up
and I'm pulled into the sky,
hoping you are
looking up
when I'm looking down
for you.