Figure E15 EVENTUALLY

Our path now in a new direction lies,

No longer spatial: time-like is our way

Hidden down here from the spinning skies

Millennia are reckoned as a day.

We see a buried future: Earth turned gray

And sere, where humans huddle in their den

Leach from radioactive stones, a stay

Of execution - for the day comes when

Their race at last is run: there’ll be no more “And then...”