Pale Blue Black Holes

rows of small squares on
folded sea charts
remote trapdoors
marking sinking hearts
shades of palest blue where
we climbed the masts
and kicked black holes
through the one-way glass
when we struck sky
yeah it poured down light
yeah it poured down light
as if to say
you’re still part of something
you’d let go
when you sank so low
like an ember thrown
into the depths
that tried to burn
alone
beacons glow softly
then disappear
between the flashes
they whisper
i’m still here
to a boy by a fjord it
felt like love
but here the urgent sea
eats the soft light up
when we struck sky
yeah it poured down night
yeah it poured down night
as if to say
you’re still a stranger to yourself
moving shell to shell
that the rainbow’s spell
is only meant for bluebirds
and the angels
well
we still flew like we could never fall
so high the sea looked very small.