Foreign Gravity — A Kindness of Elsewhere

⏱ CHAPTERS 0:00 Weight arrives from a country with no name 0:30 The underside of bridges 1:04 Seven steps that sink, five that lift 1:17 A kindness of elsewhere 1:52 A garden where pressure grows like vine 2:50 It borrows my bones for a later world 3:29 Let the lake stay vertical 4:07 A guest of the pull 4:53 Keep me almost heavy, keep me almost light ———————————————————— Weight arrives from a country with no name. It leans on the shoulders like a second sky. She has learned to walk on the underside of bridges, where the river hangs above her, pale and still. An orchard of alloy leaves does not know down. Fruit drifts, remembers, forgets. There is a garden where pressure grows like vine — no soil, no city — and a staircase of different heaviness: each stair a climate. She climbs through winters of mass. Her shadow stays on the upper face of the void; she continues on the lower, almost late, almost light. This is not falling and not flying. It is a kindness of elsewhere. Foreign gravity borrows her bones for a later world and gives them back a little wrong, a little bright. If she stands still she will be claimed by the pull, so she keeps moving like a guest in the weight. She will not ask for the true down. Let the lake stay vertical. Let the boats hang from the cloud-harbor. Let her love the weight that is not from here, without asking it to stay. Fiction. A study in later-century art-pop grammar. Not a transmission. ———————————————————— LYRICS Weight arrives from a country with no name It leans on my shoulders like a second sky I learned to walk on the underside of bridges Where the river hangs above me, pale and still My coat falls sideways into a foreign pull Buttons pointing at a moon that is not ours The orchard of alloy leaves does not know down Fruit drifts, then remembers, then forgets A weather of gravity passes through the terrace I hold the railing and become briefly heavy Seven steps that sink, five that lift The ground is a rumor I keep believing This is foreign gravity Not falling, not flying — a kindness of elsewhere It borrows my bones for a later world Gives them back a little wrong, a little bright If I stand still I will be claimed by the pull So I keep moving like a guest in the weight Foreign gravity Take me gently, leave me mine There is a garden where pressure grows like vine Luminous threads, no soil, no room, no city I pluck a note from a ceramic ring It bows, it sags, it rises into a bell of air Someone left a staircase of different heaviness Each stair a climate. I climb through winters of mass My shadow stays on the upper face of the void I continue on the lower, almost late, almost light Seven that sink, five that lift The hour has a density I learned to love Do not give me the true down I would have to stop walking Let the lake stay vertical Let the boats hang from the cloud-harbor I will stand on the pale ring And love the weight that is not from here Without asking it to stay This is foreign gravity A borrowed down, a merciful elsewhere It borrows my bones for a later world Gives them back a little wrong, a little bright If I arrive, let me arrive as a guest of the pull And leave the other mass sleeping Foreign gravity Gently Mine Weight from a country with no name Lean, then lift Keep me almost heavy Keep me almost light ———————————————————— Subtitles: English master. Further languages are being added. From Later Music · @FromLaterMusic Cinematic art-pop. Unheard songs from the future. Made with AI assistance.