How can it be
Surrounds us all the while?

I look around
And see no trace
Of its infinitesimal smile-

Just infectious thought
Lurking out
Beyond the near-me rot

But when I think of all the places gone,
The people met,
The stories wrought;

When I'm lost and broken,
Downwards, choking,
I feel it- somehow, know-

A massive hand
Is guiding us
At a pace beyond our flow