Beyond our corpse Lies a million mile frozen desert No father or fire nor wandering guide Shifting sands as white as the sun And black as pitch Drawn from warmth Ezekiel wanders away From the burning wheel Into the frozen dark From whence beasts shriek and caw The trees bow and smother And the gardens wither In the cold abyss that his absence Has left us in Beyond the fine Altered realities and lumbering moons Cut day from night And the ice thickens Heavier than slabs of granite