With My Broken Baton

The only thing left to do is swallow the knot
And peel apart my thirsty, chapped lips,
That you kiss but never heel
So that I may resurrect my voice...

All that's left is the finale where even the conductor plays a sad song
In an earthquake that can be heard from the sun and the moon
Above eruptions and supernovas
And like such demolition of fanciful beauty,
When the dust settles down amongst the emptiness,
Something extraordinary is born