We, the future dead
on our precarious balance beam
leap into the unknown
falling close to the edges
Close to the dark
and here we live

Our gravelly gray
storm-cloud headstone
Not yet chiseled
perhaps not even cut
exists in fear and ignorance
while we look the other way

Faces in the crowd
watch our simple hearts
that dance in the air
and applause in waves
Echoes the past
and portends the fall

Yet one odd thing
One defiant reluctance
Annoying in its persistence
wakes the very essence
of a deeper need to stand
and the ground itself falls

We, the future eternal
in skies as vast as love
dance into the unknown
and at the edges of the entrance
Close to the light
Here we die