The day is gone that was once ahead of us. The day after tomorrow. The day of death and depth!
That day is below us. Sinking to the center of a star!
The day is above us, luring us to come and see! The day of naked death!
Below us was all the glory of sex and donuts. French fries, spoken words, Single hours and poetry left to linger and fade.
Above us nothing floated and nothing gave us the direction we were bread and died for!
The day is above us, below us: gone!
Today it wraps us in its fearful comfort!
It goes away.
And we beg for just one day!
Steal all we have! Lose us in the confusion!
But be another day!
Let us linger another day!