Everchanging
From inside the eye of the storm
I watch the ever-changing journey
the ever-changing never-ending story
this drama, this passion play
this comic strip, this riot
this tragedy
this comedy of manners, accidents and errors
this fiasco, this charade, this conundrum
this ever-changing grand pageant of lunacy
crowned by the arc of justice
bounded by waking and waking again
into new sensation
new birth, new eyes, new hunger
new hazed barely-yet-seen conglomeri
on the far horizon
this ghost train, this rollercoaster
this broken highway
this cracked and burnt-down crawl
this creaking, this tearing
this forcing myself onto my feet again
and breakthrough into new vista
of fresh possibility
this deepening, slowing
magnificent stillness
yet still moving