Self-Rebellion

Self-Rebellion

Here we are

Amid the tribes that dance and celebrate

The modern spiritual

With an ancient ritual

 

To become angels

 

And here we roam

We were born to bless merging neutron stars

In stellar explosions

Like shallow silhouettes

 

Eager to fall

In self-rebellion

 

Here we walk

Making a detour

We’ve defined the absolute

On the scandalous

Battlefield of philosophy

 

Unaccustomed to the lights

Foreign to the cave

 

And here we stand

We’ve reached the zenith of the times

There’s nothing left outside

The self-referring void

 

Eager to fall

 

We’re so alone

All the words you speak are truly meaningless

 

We’re eager to fall

In self-rebellion