In the attempt to forcibly move
(Because the world will not move for me)
Relativity becomes a testable theory.
Every arbitrary threshold,
Every zone of time and mile staked therein,
My resolve is harnessed and clipped
Lest I falter, stumble back,
And find myself crumbled like pillars of salt.
City streets will be redeemed
As I peer beyond the silhouette of my own nose.
O Death, where is thy victory?
O Damien Rice, where is thy sting?
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