The night unfurls, a velvet creed For those who sowed a gentle seed. You scan the dusk for some design, And find the vast, the undefined. We are the dust that grace compels To serve within its blinding cells. A stillness, polished and complete, Is just another kind of defeat. Before this exquisite, airless fall⦠God, I don't wish to shine at all. They dwell beyond the gilded veil, In splendour absolute and pale. Their hands must grip the planet's rim, Lest perfect equilibrium Should fail, and with a silent sound, Their grace is scattered on the ground. We are the dust that grace compels To serve within its blinding cells. A stillness, polished and complete, Is just another kind of defeat. Before this exquisite, airless fall⦠God, I don't wish to shine at all. The aria of heaven swells, A cage of lifted parallels. To be unmoved is to be untrue. God⦠I decline the crown. God, I refuse the throne. I'd rather keep this shadow for my own.
