May I?

Up from the bed they threw

Coming about anew

To an episode so new

To this novel we continue

Days are modern

Balls trailing the pattern

In front, in place, on the typewriter

Fingers imprint the chapter

Soundless is thy presses

Speechless when thee address

Amid walls compressed

Spent and wearing less

Last phrases completed

Then thou was lifted

Panels separated

Around flowed red

There, millions by the sky

Thou, pulled upwards to fly

Weight formed and said "May I?"

Wind and clouds, they lie