Like a dream that fades into dawn
the old world withdraws, and a new one is born
less ponderous than this, but surprisingly the same.
The people look like they did, their faces remain,
their bodies make the same kind of show,
but they cast no shadow.
There’s something missing, solidity or mass,
they’re like an image reflected from glass.
They do not speak,
there is no need,
their inmost thoughts are plain,
their feelings are the same.
They depart on a new adventure;
may they be good travellers.