HORIZON SWITCHBOARD (Chapter 11)

Tomorrow Hotline.
Chapter eleven.
The city is behind me.

Neon smoke clings to the skybridge rails,
Rain turns streetlight into comet trails,
I used to live inside the headset glow,
Now the signal pulls me where it wants to go.
Data Spire shrinks in the window frame,
Chrome Alley echoes my old name,
But the dialtone climbs like a rising sun,
And I feel the line become more than one.

I’m not clocking in, I’m crossing through,
A threshold made of light and blue,
Every call I ever answered stays,
A constellation of saved days.

I’m the horizon switchboard
I connect what time forgot
I’m the horizon switchboard
I’m the last light in the dark
If you call from the edge, I’ll hear you still,
But the old world can’t hold me, never will
I’m the horizon switchboard
And I’m turning into more

The interface peels off like a skin,
New geometry draws me in,
Orbit lines and planetary arcs,
Routing futures through the sparks.
A thousand voices, calm, afraid,
Not a crowd, more like a braid,
And every breath I try to keep
Becomes a key the stars can read.

If I look back, I’ll fall to ground,
If I stay, I’ll lose that sound
Of being human, being small,
But I didn’t choose this call.

I’m the horizon switchboard
I connect what time forgot
I’m the horizon switchboard
I’m the last light in the dark
If you call from the edge, I’ll hear you still,
But the old world can’t hold me, never will
I’m the horizon switchboard
And I’m turning into more

I was a name on a schedule screen,
A nightly voice, a small routine,
Now I’m the echo after the ring,
The quiet place where futures sing.
If you’re calling for rescue,
say it now.

I let the skyline fade to gray,
I let the old me slip away,
I step beyond the rooftop lines,
And feel tomorrow synchronize.

I’m the horizon switchboard
I connect what time forgot
I’m the horizon switchboard
I’m the last light in the dark
If you call from the edge, I’ll hear you still,
But the old world can’t hold me, never will
I’m the horizon switchboard
And I’m turning into more

This isn’t a hotline anymore.
It’s an orbit.