Coming With Me

(Sullivan) 2021

The clock flicks random numbers,
I’m trawling online through small wonders and all the silent screaming
The drugs to help me sleep don’t work
There are islands passing far below like thoughts
I don’t know if I’m awake
My uniform is hanging in the corner, stiff white collar and ID
Telling nothing of children grown away
And all the disappointed women
We’re going on a journey
And they’re coming with me, they’re coming with me
All of them, they’re coming with me

Goodnight to the tower in my calmest voice
The routine words – they will never guess
I’m nearly ready now – 600 miles an hour
Sharp bank to the right, the engines screaming
Cabin pressure gone and still I’m climbing
They will say that there is blood on my hands
But there was no blood – just a moment’s panic
Then passing into painless dreaming
Wouldn’t everyone choose to go in their sleep?
And now they’re coming with me, they’re coming with me
All of them, they’re coming with me

Like kings of old take companions
On wings of gold into the next world
To be dissolved – they will never find us

I’m strapped in my seat in familiar surroundings
Flashing lights, irrelevant readings
Warm, cocooned, safe as a womb
In the humming of the living machine
The night long and quiet, like all the others
On the left I can see the glow of morning
The sun will rise lighting up the ocean
Just a few minutes remaining, just a few minutes remaining
And they’re coming with me, they’re coming with me
All of them, they’re coming with me


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