PISUHA I Tear the Vacuum

Beloved PISUHA is in place…
My fears are just dust. But my spark is enough to light up a galaxy

I tear off my spacesuit, stepping into the deaf void
Gravity no longer holds my straight and steady step
I break the orbits to carve out my own height
And throw a spark into this thick, cosmic depth

Infinity shrinks to a spark on my fingertips
I burst like a comet into the calculated, perfect script

I tear the vacuum! My spark gives birth to an explosion
My rocket will never obey the brakes
I strike a deafening motif from every planet's motion
And I hurl this cosmos at your locked-up gates

I touch the nebula with a thin, gliding hand
A blind asteroid obediently changes its route
I have become space. I have become living depth
Where small fears silently and without a trace die out

Infinity shrinks to a spark on my fingertips
I burst like a comet into the calculated, perfect script

I tear the vacuum! My spark gives birth to an explosion
My rocket will never obey the brakes
I strike a deafening motif from every planet's motion
And I hurl this cosmos at your locked-up gates

I fall into the center of a hungry, black hole
But I won't disappear — I'll turn time inside out
I build new, furious worlds from chaos and coal
So a dead sun ignites from my spark and my shout

A deaf orbit. My pulse works calm and slow
Meteor dust sweeps away traces on the glass
In this huge universe I'm not afraid to go
My true cosmos isn't equal to a line on the grass

I tear the vacuum! My spark gives birth to an explosion
My rocket will never obey the brakes
I strike a deafening motif from every planet's motion
And I hurl this cosmos at your locked-up gates

I'm not afraid to be a spark in this abyss