Collapse The Light Into Earth

I think the line "collapse the light into earth" is a metaphor for this man. Light, not of this world, collides into earth. This man, who's spirit and soul don't belong here, has collapsed onto this earth, never to roam elseware again.

Well that's what I get out of it. I plan on outlining the whole album as a cohesive piece. Good stuff. Oh man, I so thought that when I heard it! I'm going to fangirl all over my will whilst I'm writing it, doodling little porcupine tree band members all over the sheet and erring over what Ptree song I should use.

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From The Album Play album. In Absentia Porcupine Tree , listeners. I won't shiver in the cold I won't let the shadows take their toll I won't cover my head in the dark And I won't forget you when we part Collapse… View full lyrics. Play track. Artist images 97 more. Porcupine Tree , listeners Related Tags progressive rock progressive metal rock Porcupine Tree was a British progressive rock band formed in Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, United Kingdom in During the course of the band's history, it has at times incorporated psychedelic rock, alternative, ambient, electronic, and, most recently, metal and post-rock into its unique style of progressive rock.

Since , mainstay Steven Wilson has concentrated on his solo work. Porcupine Tree started out as a "fake" band, the only real member being multi-instrumentalist Steven Wilson.

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Thursday 26 March Friday 27 March Saturday 28 March Monday 30 March Tuesday 31 March Wednesday 1 April Thursday 2 April Friday 3 April Saturday 4 April Sunday 5 April Monday 6 April Tuesday 7 April Wednesday 8 April Thursday 9 April Friday 10 April Saturday 11 April Sunday 12 April Monday 13 April Tuesday 14 April Sometimes one needs to be cruel to be kind, Loki thought ruthlessly, and stood.

James looked like he was ready to catch Loki if need be. His throat still rasped a little and he drank the rest of the water, grimacing as it brought out the aftertaste of the potion. I am certain of that much. James nodded, stance shifting slightly, a little away from the worried hovering — though he was still watching Loki closely.

He wondered what would be left of him at the end of this. James was still looking at him and Loki resisted the urge to snap. Loki felt his mouth twist. Though perhaps still dangerous. I doubt she was able to discern where we are, and there is little she can do without knowing that. James did not look precisely reassured.

Loki blinked at him. Loki coughed a laugh and managed to refrain from saying it is only a matter of time. It was pretending, both of them wearing a thin skin of roles they did not quite fit. Loki wondered who they were trying to convince. James kicked down the door on the HYDRA base and Loki strolled inside, magical shield already up to deflect incoming gunfire — but there was none. His footsteps on concrete echoed down the tunnel ahead of him, the lights still on and humming lowly but otherwise…silence.

Nothing pinged his senses, but that did not necessarily mean there was nothing there. Loki turned to James and raised an eyebrow. And if I hear gunfire and screaming…it is simple enough to return swiftly to your side. Loki turned and started down the left. His footsteps continued to echo on the concrete. There were a few cameras that turned to follow his movement, but though he strained his ears he could not hear any movement other than his own. It made his skin crawl, though he could not say why.

He had been in many deserted lairs before. He turned another corner into a corridor lined with doors. He tested the first on the left and found it locked, but it was simple to wrench it open anyway. It was empty but for a cot in one corner, a sink bolted to the wall. A cell, Loki thought. For whom? The other rooms he investigated were equally empty. One of them bore the faint scent of blood and cleaner, as though it had been recently washed.

He backed out of that one, stomach vaguely uneasy with his memory of Steve shackled to a table, and now James as well must have been in places like this…. He heard a movement and whirled around, but there was no one there. He moved more slowly down the hall, calling on his magic. The last door was open and a quick check showed that it was empty as well, but the bed had sheets.

Someone was still here. Loki moved slowly forward. His opponent scrambled up quickly and Loki reached out with his magic, tethered his limbs-. His attacker threw himself against the magic holding him back, chest heaving. His chin was lifted and his blue eyes fixed on Loki full of defiance. Had they taken his memory from him?

Taken his memory of Loki from him? Anger pounded in his chest but it was nothing. Impossible, he thought, impossible, it is a trick of some kind but he could not sense any magic. Had he gone mad? No, he had felt the blow, the solidity of his attacker — of Steve. Somehow, somehow…. Loki licked his lips, suddenly fearful.

The words sounded strange, though, like something recited by rote. Born July 4 th , in New York City. Mother Sarah, father Joseph. ASN O Something was wrong here. Stop looking, something whispered at the back of his mind. Just accept a gift for what it is and stop-. Loki did not feel the push back that always occurred when he touched Steve like this — instead he submitted easily. Steve always moved a little like he did not own his own body — there was none of that here. Not Steve. A cheap copy of Steve, made in his image but with none of his substance.

He felt sick, the relief melting away as quickly as it had come, because this was not real. He wanted to reach out and cradle that beloved face in his hands, kiss those eyelids, those lips.

You could, the thought whispered into his mind. Take it away with you. Mold its mind, give it whatever memories it needs, it could be him, you could have him back but even in the moment he thought it he knew it would be nothing but a lie. Little better than a shadow conjured with magic. It would not be Steve, not really. His voice sounded strange and thick as he took the last step to close the distance between them and reached out.

His skin was warm and Loki felt himself shudder. Its eyes rolled back and it went limp. Loki could not stop himself from catching it, a small sound escaping him. He wanted to vomit, or scream, or die. He lowered the corpse to the floor. The concrete was hard and cold under his knees and he swayed, a faint hiccup hitching in his throat.

I am sorry. He had not had a chance to say any last words to Steve, and if he had been able to — these felt inadequate, and foolish. A part of him wanted to weep but no tears came. James found him what might have been hours or minutes later. Loki felt him recoil. His voice sounded dead, toneless. I am so tired, Loki thought. What if I just lie down here and we can both burn, this facsimile of Steve and me. Not yet, he reminded himself. There is still a little more you have to do, before….

James gripped his arm and pulled. We need to go. Loki made himself respond, made himself get up and gather his magic. James was still staring at the corpse; Loki watched him tear his eyes away and swallow hard. James swallowed again, staring past Loki. Loki pulled them both away. Back in his sanctuary, Loki lowered himself onto the couch. He heaved a long time after his guts were empty, and even when it ended tears were dripping from his eyes, his nose burning.

He wished he could keep going, vomit everything up until he was truly hollow and felt nothing at all. He washed his face and rinsed his mouth. When he turned, James was standing just over the threshold, his expression tight. Like I said. Cloning Steve. That they did that to him. Trying to — trying to make weapons out of him. Loki knew what he meant. It felt like a desecration, a violation, profaning Steve in that way. But then the staring dead eyes were back in his mind and the nausea still roiling in his stomach had a different source.

He had always assumed that he would die first. It had only seemed natural, given all his enemies in the Nine Realms and beyond, given that he had already cheated the Norns of his life twice over. He ought to have known better. The Norns were crueler than that. His voice sounded dull and hollow. Even more than him, Loki thought, James was isolated in this world. Cut off from everything he knew. Loki felt a pang of guilt for not thinking of him before. He might not count Wilson as a friend, but he knew Steve did, and he remembered in those vague, foggy first weeks that Wilson had been…kind.

James shrugged. Loki glanced at his hands, curled loosely in his lap. You will learn. There is no after, for me. There has never been an after. Loki laughed, but it came out a touch strangled. He could not truly argue. I am a coward, Loki wanted to say. I am afraid of what I will become without him. For, not of. Thor, following him in the first days of his grief, hovering near at hand, holding him when he lay awake shaking but unable to cry.

It should be enough. But he hurt. He hurt so badly and he could not imagine it ever lessening, and could not imagine trying to live with this great gaping emptiness in his core.

It would be better…. We still have to survive through this. Kill Crossbones and Strucker and the rest. Loki took it and pulled himself to his feet, turning to rinse his mouth out in the sink.

His own smile felt lopsided and strained, but he meant the words. He wished…he could not quite shape what he would have wished. That things had been different, in so many ways. Ah, Steve, if you were here…. Thinking of Steve hurt too much and he pushed the thought aside. James dropped his hand and stepped back. Both of us, Loki thought. Fragmented pieces inside a fragile whole.

He clings to you because he is afraid of being alone. He does not know how empty you are, how little of you is left, how much of you died with Steve. Loki closed his eyes and the dead clone flashed in front of them. He wished he could go back and tell his past self to do better, to be better. It hurt, and Loki wondered how much it would take before he simply stopped breathing to get away. There were six of them in a house in the countryside. Or perhaps more accurately, there had been six of them.

Now there were six dead bodies, the table with its skull and tentacles broken down the middle. Loki stood still for a moment and breathed. Loki glanced at the photo. James laughed, almost silently. James tapped a few buttons on the tablet and began going through it.

Most of the contacts are already scratched off. We have the one we need. Or, well — familiar with him. Loki almost envied James for having a face to link to the name.

He had only the name, the faceless image of the man who had murdered Steve, ambushed him in a cowardly attack because he must have known in a fair fight he could never hope to win, shot him seven times in the chest and run. His blood felt hot and he recognized the feeling from hunts on Asgard: the knowledge that the chase was coming to a close and soon the hunting party would close with the quarry. Blood would flow. In a good hunt, not only from the prey. The target of their discussion.

They would have sent him straight to us. And then…oh, then. He could almost taste the blood. He had a name. Sooner or later he would run this Brock Rumlow to ground. He would begin by severing his hands and cauterizing the stumps. Perhaps his feet as well, so he could not run.

Gouge out his eyes and carve him apart one piece at a time, but leave the tongue intact, that way he could scream -. Loki turned toward him and smiled, but he only tensed more, looking as though he was bracing for a fight. His voice sounded strange in his own ears, a strange current to it.

James licked his lips and shifted slightly as though he was considering running. His vision cleared, slightly and he shook his head, the red-tinged haze fading. James did not relax immediately. Loki choked down the urge to laugh. His smile felt sharp.

I feel it, at times. If anger overwhelmed him at the wrong moment…but no. He could keep it contained until it was time. Could control himself long enough to reach his quarry. You are not alone in this, and it is not only your vengeance to take.

He did not remember taking hold of his magic, and the realization touched a faint note of alarm. That will soothe my savage heart. Reconsidering our course? Something in him vibrated, impossibly tense. He and James stared at each other for a long moment. James broke it first, looking away. I am not…I am, perhaps, less than entirely stable.

Unless you decide that Rumlow does not need to die. Then we may have a problem. He did not think he managed anything other than a grotesque mockery. Brock Rumlow.

We are coming for you. I wonder if you know it. If you can feel it, if you are afraid. He held out his hand, palm up. James crossed over to him, apparently untroubled by having to step over bodies in his path. He paused. James made a face and shrugged. When I was…in that place, where you found me. I thought about killing them sometimes. He wondered if James had imagined it with Steve at his side. We have more hunting to do.

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Lyrics to 'Collapse The Light Into Earth' by Porcupine Tree. I won't shiver in the cold I won't let the shadows take their toll I won't cover my head in the dark And I won't forget you when we part.

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  3. I think the line "collapse the light into earth" is a metaphor for this man. Light, not of this world, collides into earth. This man, who's spirit and soul don't belong here, has collapsed onto this earth, never to roam elseware again. Well that's what I get out of it. I plan on outlining the whole album as a cohesive piece. Good stuff.5/5(3).
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