Fall Is this gravity? Pull While the light escapes those who reach What's unseen in speechless hands Gracious movements of collapse and dissolve A resolution bathed in sound Sometimes I think these are the stars of my home Inaudibly versed Aesthetic clatter An oath plagued by thrusts A false face to flatter Fireflies atone and sing Rest your wings Swing on ours Rest your wings Sing its praise A resolution bathed in sound Sometimes I think these are the stars of my home Spread your wings, martyr