Time loomed up like an erection Just as those bright bulbs glowed open On what basis was I chosen? How can I now be beholden? Occasion makes me your table I'll bear the weight if I'm able We try to make time more supple I grip at your legs; mine buckle Can we still counter disaster? Can our question be our answer? Plumbing the depths of the rupture Life in confusion hereafter You crush the facts of your own life And smile over them as they die