…and the Next Day

 Then grasp some stranger’s hand,

   Which leads you both to safety.

   Alight you, ever softly,

Upon the certainty of land,

     Where, solid underneath your feet,

You find a soundless place to stand:

     The corner of some empty street,

     Where ragged friends might chance to meet.

            And there you hide,

            And there you hide.

You pause beside this road,

   Traversing time, not space.

   You stay now in this place,

Where time will leave her weighty load

     Throughout each second of each day;

Where entropy will find abode.

     Disintegration and decay,

     As everywhere, will come this way.

And there you hide,

            And there you hide.