The Great Experiment - Peter Hammill

«Is that all there is to it,"he asks,

«no more conjecture or controversy?

Don’t think I could go through it,

I couldn’t live with the memory.

Now is the hour, it comes eventually;

How great the power as it falls on me!»

He’s raising his sense of occasion to the limit —

(The big moment is coming up.)

Practised, his sense of evasion… or is it?

(No sidestep or dummy run.)

Craving a certain indulgence — would you give it?

Would you give it in time?

Treading water, making waves

From the cradle to the grave;

Home by a whisker — close shaves!

I’m waiting,

What I said I meant:

No faking

The Great Experiment.

Near the end of the reel now,

He’s hanging on by his fingertips.

He knows how it feels;

At last the kiss of unearthly lips.

Now is the hour to get a tighter grip.

How great the power as the tide begins to rip!

I’m waiting —

No faking

The Great Experiment.