Testo Scaling Walls

Slowly claws at walls of blue
Sinking even though it's as fast as I can move
Lights marble bright above me
The shapes get small and there's nowhere to land

Watching a film through a pinhole
And it imitates suspense
Through disbelief And relief from consequence
Does it now look different
Or still like emptiness
That's been lined with all you're inclined
To protect

The haul is long and I left my brain at home
It's almost dawn and my feet still hang below