Heat Death
Verse 1
Still night: the phone glows three o'clock
The fog descends upon the town
The farthest one can see not past two blocks
The stars are hid, the gaze driven down
The neighbours' human faces all eclipsed
Amidst the fog, one cannot hope to glimpse
The girl immersed in books, the man
At his piano, the child with building bricks
Assembling worlds, his starfish hands
Are curled in stout, determined fists:
Isolate, disparate, forsaken, in schism
Within the abysm of the mist.
Chorus
Between the heat and cold there is the fog
And human warmth is spread increasing thin
Separation, slow dispersion
Of tiny points of light
Soon achieving cold inertion
They can't contend against entropic end
Verse 2
With heads bowed down to trace our steps
Count cracks, avoid the crevices
We never lift our sights to see
The everpresent cloud of witnesses
Eking out our feeble lives
Tired roles we endlessly reprise
Never seeing face to face
In one fell stroke we are erased
Bridge
A word came to me in a roundabout way
So I'm calling on that ancient Muse
And as I stand before you now
I see your faces unconfused
Feeling like a voice in the wilderness
I'm just as alone as all the rest
Behold the book I must impart
The scroll inscribed upon my broken heart
Between the heat and cold there is the fog
Our souls like sparks fly upward on the wind
Verse 3
The everpresent cloud of smoke
Which rises from the coals, thrice-blest
Eclipsing faces 'midst the gentle but unwavering effluence of light
Stand aright!
The Lord possessed me at the first
By the Self-same wrought the renewal of the earth
Remember, Man, that dust thou art
A dying ember on the hearth
Chorus 2
Between the heat and cold there is the fog
We lose our heat without the flame within
Separation, slow dispersion
Of tiny points of light
Unfit bear the cast aspersions
And face the end - Wisdom! Let us attend.
