Not a fall Just a flicker like a bad frame in the reel Same blessing in the walk Same stain under the seal All that grace for the crowd But the wire got a hiss Still holding Still split Halo still sit straight But the Polaroid don't lie Same low church glow Just a burn around the white All that soft-focus charm got a hairline through the lens Still holding Still split Still holding Still split Nothing dead Just thinner Still holding Still split Small line through the shimmer Glass still in the hand But the ring don't land the same Same saint voice working Just a shake inside the grain All that lacquer on the poise got a stress line in the shell I can tell what's still in place by what's failing just as well Same flash on the fit Less signal in the nerve Same hush when I arrive More static in the word They still read control first That's the part that make it sick Still holding Still split Still holding Still split Nothing dead Just thinner Still holding Still split Small line through the shimmer Used to keep a little blur where the spirit could still live Now the line too clean Even mercy come back thin Same heaven in the entrance Less left when I'm in it Same polished little halo Whole underside gone dim with it They call that staying sharp I can hear what got dismissed All that beauty still work That's what make the fracture sick If it break It won't be public It'll whisper first Then stick Still holding Still split Still holding Still split Nothing dead Just thinner Still holding Still split Small line through the shimmer Small line Still there
