that i remember you (hopesfall hopes fall)

aligned north, pulled by the mountains,
unable to sway ourselves from the satellites;
things are crashing down around us;
our cameras are trained on the falling towers.

in a hundred years, we'll be buried under the mountains,
piles of ash compressing our bones into useless rubies;
but the surface of the earth will be littered with
pictures of the rotting world in its final days.

you don't have to come with me.
i have a satellite dish to guide me home —
i will not be that man who exits;
but you are weightless, pulled down by possibility.

please don't bend down to the steel in the ground.
across the bay, taillights wait for a voice to free them.
if you are weaker than i believe,
then i believe the earth will swallow you.