Singularity

Someday a shooting star is gonna shoot me down Burn these high rises back into a ghost town Of iridium-white clouds Matted close against the ground While the sky hangs empty as a frame See the reddening horizon line Feel the planet spilling on the space time On the way down Somerset I take pictures of cement For the history books on Mother Earth To the west now it begins In the sound waves in the wind There is an echo going by Of the mountains caving in And the parted roads and I Knew that one day we would die And become smooth and old again Like the ash that sweeps the sky Someday a shooting star is gonna shoot me down Burn these high rises back into a ghost town There's holy water lying in the crater well Heavy metals high test gasoline Blessed singularity A telescoping memory Where the sky still flickers through the leaves