06-soft atlas
13 & God Lyrics

your ghost blowing up globes.
Your soul creating globes and inflating them.

Tightening them off with an x-axis-esque see-clamp,
Locking them in place with a tool like an x-axis clamp.

Then setting them down through the clouds
Lowering these globes through the sky.

Onto empty department store shelves.
Putting these globes onto empty store shelves.

Where they sit facing all sorts of islands
These globes are pointed towards various islands.

Out toward dead wee-hour isles.
The direction of these islands is towards the wee hours of the morning when the isles might be dead silent.

has the earth come loose from its galactic neck beneath you.
Are you experiencing a sense that the Earth has become disconnected from its place in the galaxy.

Cut off above the clouds
Disconnected from the galaxy in a way that is higher up than the clouds.

Gone let go from the space surround it
Released from the space that had been surrounding it.

Dropped down done to the sun system's floor
Fell down to the lowest part of the solar system.

Crooked pearl of the one universe
The Earth is a tiny, crooked object in the vast expanse of the universe.

Cleaved, fell rolling toward a corner of the cosmos
Separated and fell towards a corner of the universe.

In the blacked and quiet of come time
In the dark silence of an unknown period of time.

"and you are all lamb, for this."
And you are all followers or innocent victims of this situation.

spring is at your back again
Spring has returned once again.

This time rare with your clarity...
This time, you are experiencing a rare clarity of thought.

While patches of you thought whole
Although parts of you seemed complete previously,

Had turned up still.
Now seem to be missing or incomplete.

Made a tar of your woe
Made a sticky tar out of your sadness and pain.

And flesh there in.
And solidified in place.

have you gone half dead...
Are you feeling like you're partially dead?

yet...yet have you to let the worst most be
Despite this feeling, you haven't let yourself experience the worst of it.

As if it were atlas to your world of cope.
As though it were a burden too big to bear for your usual coping mechanisms.

and no one is out there scared
Despite your fears and doubts, everyone else seems to be unafraid.

You'd set your eyes off one the ceiling all night
You spend your nights staring at the ceiling.

In the dark
In the absence of light.

Think of a song or maybe breasts
You try to distract yourself by thinking of a song or sexual imagery.

Or missing body parts
Or the loss of physical parts of yourself.

"without a universal law there is no gravity
If there isn't a universal law controlling gravity,

Without a gravity there is no atmosphere
Then, there can't be an atmosphere.

Without an atmosphere there is no chance at life
Without an atmosphere, life can't exist.

And with no chance at life...i don't exist."
Without life, I can't exist.