swan song variation.

[odilesque]

To her.

The heavens are falling, everywhere, around you, are the heavens falling? Because there is more than just the one, the lonely one you yourself are sailing beneath, beyond that there is the found souls' heaven, hidden somewhere, forgotten, along with that of the lost souls and there is a heaven for things that sink, for things that fly, flee, none of these heavens are similarly organized, but all these heavens are falling, now, around you.

You look up, bend your neck backwards, resting your head on spring like it were a pillow and you get the combined weight of the heavens in your eyes.