Our steps fall out of sync and our hearts beat in syncopation because we rebel.
We'll stand on a mountain and pull each other as we fall into the sky. We'll finally reach the stars and use them as handholds as we climb through the universe. It'll be like Jacob's ladder, the further away we climb, the harder it is to get back. But that suits us just fine - this is the only way to really fear.
The star's radience will chip away as we grab onto them, but we'll catch it again and throw it onto that mountain. If the hollow words from those programmed voice-boxes become static, then the mountain will shine and the journey will start over again. We're happy but we're fearful; we're climbing but we're falling, and we don't want to let go.
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