Prolepsis

In the final moments of this day

I've come to my conclusion

You and I can fly.

And if you'll accept the way

The vertigo will soothe you

You can shut your eyes.

So we'll break the man

Who sang beneath the earth

On subterranean lines, he cries:

I hope this

Gets to you.

My last telegram.

Transmission broken...

Down here everyone seethes.

Consider this my prolepsis,

The voice of all that you might say I said.

You sang the last song with the first and now

I know it's done to you.

Your last telegram lost...

Down here everything breathes.

And now from the [...] sway

Drunk with your confusion

Sullen little spy.

Feet stuck to the [...] I'll stay

Armed with this illusion,

Gravity's a lie.

Here for several hours I will wait.

I'll wait for your inclusion.

You and I must fly.

And if I'm restless while I stay

I'll think you're a-falling

When we reach the sky.