The Sky Is Not Falling

The Tyranny of an Unmoving Sky

Read to music that sounds like nothing breaking.

The sky is not falling. It never began.
No crack in the heavens, no god, no plan.
It’s flawless above while I fracture below,
A stage set for nothing, a slow-burning show.

The clock keeps its ticking. The hands never shake.
The rules are all written. The rules are all fake.
I walk through the motions. I mimic the day.
My voice says hello, but I’m miles away.

No thunder. No tremble. No cosmic event.
Just thoughts like a leak I could never prevent.
Just me in a room that refuses to care.
Where light hits the floor, but no one is there.

The mirror reflects but does not reveal.
The hunger is more authentic than anything real.
I eat. I forget. I blink. I decay.
The sky watches on with nothing to say.

I whisper the phrase like a spell or a sin,
To keep something out, or hold something in.
“The sky is not falling,” I tell it again..
But maybe it’s worse;
It just lets me remain.

The stars are still distant. The ground doesn’t break.
The silence is louder than I can take.
I stare at the ceiling. It stares right back.
Unblinking. Unmoved. Unwilling to crack.

So I sit in the stillness, and rot in the night,
No drama, no ending, just absence of light.
And the sky.. so pristine.. refuses to fall.
Because nothing collapses.
Not really.
At all.

♪ : 'Undertow' by Scott Buckley
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