Nothing Is Holy

This
This leaden sky
Stamped into it, didn't I?
Imagine I could see it
The secret spilled and watering down all the blue
Past Adam's moon
Spit, bubble-stars and such all pour down
All pour down into me
And nothing is
Nothing is holy
And no one can hold me
This time you capped the leash
Cut flower
Iron-eyed
Just like the winning scale that is answering to some other gravity
Pause
Hold
Might mend
Wash
Nothing is holy
And no one can hold me