i read once about a falling god but he was doubly removed from truth as a dream in a book let me join you in the fed fire tumbling through your native air describing the same pattern as your fall through time but i am tired of holding your hand - though i fear that i will defy physics and fall faster if i perform the ceremony of release fear kept me once old love songs of fear and your apocalyptic silhouette against something i can edit memory to name orion however as i do recall (correctly in hope) that the god was not a god but a would-be an upstart of mythology whose name is still in argument fall with me god of hallucination and if you are unreal i can make you symbolise anything patron patriarch lord of all unevenness make him love epistemology injected into me the father and the plague but the vaccinations and sensibility and through it all i continue to doubt myself and you i m so certain you will leave like the others self-fulfilling prophecy so go then when vows no longer mean concepts tears are not for effect but in mourning of what i can see coming can t stop anything i grow weary and love denies love in outright defiance of faith