In a line of people filing out, I am last.
I tried to wait, to see the end, to stall,
Because I looked out at the gulfing space, vast,
Saw those before me, little specks, fall,
But joined them anyway, the time past
To stop and consider anything at all.
And of the things to consider, I had all
The days in the world before these very last
Moments between the window and the ground, but thoughts stall
When we, alive and granted, with all this vast
Sprawl ahead of us, fail to appreciate, fall
Into habit and tedium, make mistakes from the past.
Now, now that my life is rushing past,
I can, in the seconds left to me, see it all,
This building I leapt from, stood for the last
Instances before the jump, during my final stall.
The city gleaming, shimmering in the sun haze, expanding vast-
All, all of this I see as I inexorably fall.
And there is no recovery now from our free fall
As we plummet, like flailing little meteors, past
Awed, doomed faces, each one of them, all
Of them waiting until the very moment, the last
Second before they jump, before they stop the stall
That has hindered them on the edge of the gulfing vast.
And I see, accelerating towards us, a sea, vast
Of people milling below, watching us fall-
They have the luxury to consider the past,
To think on the things they have done and all
The things they never will, but of course the last
Thing they will ever do is reflect. They will forestall
Until there comes to them no more time to stall,
When they too must jump into the gulfing vast
Spaces, must leap without faith, fall
Without hope, hurtling with suspended haste past
Glittering galleries of all the cities of man, all
The horror, as we, reaching our end, collide at last.
So wait not until the last, lest you stall
For time too vast to ask, lest you too fall
With sudden abandon past the beauty, the terrible beauty of it all.