Unbroken Changes of Form...

burnished gold reflecting in mirrored spaces outside
shaped glass and metal in tubular frames delineate sharper lines
spectral arrays defragging solidity of time
waveform politics designed
signs of intelligence
discretion

raindrops striking glass
before frost's seasons
waves over the transom litorals of continents
crunched arising days of 2.9 billion year old moon rocks
calculus of craters and thermodynamics
Leibniz and Newton waiting for steamships
planets eccentrically orbiting a star burning

changing of forms downloaded from Plato filed  plain to be and become
things-in-themselves fighting perversity of absorbtion from the hunger of the creature
media consuming her audience
ghost images of reality fading like blue sky dusk black
new images relace the old
a silent film with sound and alleged intelligence thrown in
controverted like rational federal budgeting with a chasm of debt dug deeper
singularities of Universes collected together like sheaves from farm fields

bundled like stacks of rifles near campfires and snow
drifts drafting like rain showers and hurricanes from prior seasons set slipping through space-time's horizon
changing the roiling thunderheads with bright orange back-lighting and amber dusk daylight reluctantly yielded
through that cold black night too familiar with silence or screeching of birds unseen and talons unimpressed
with the grandeur of swamps or northern arboreal canopies of old growth that lost its green lustre
silent as a mossy forest in a room unopened with the time unspent
some new star, some changing river-wild life free to grow and breath

City smogs brown out the light from beyond., comets visible in the blue sky sound chords of vision
the city alleys echo with dankness and decay, a rot surpassed solely by developments
wilded up farmland reduced to concrete streets and storm drains; ineffective so close to sea level
thousands of stick frame houses with asphalted roofing and no solar panels
waiting like waifs for power from a new nuclear plant's power lines and sugar sprinkled oil barrels converted entirely into gas

Fast lanes they pass without signals left and right
meters unfed with coins or cars the expired time flag is a laugh, tires flat and on blocks
laughs continue through the afternoon and into the darkness when the dust could be covered over with wind and snow...one can hope for the change

Yet nothing ever changes...
health never remains good and people forever die
cemeteries are littered with remains of billions
couldn't reach the sky
that persued the same crap-some with faith and others without
as if toothpaste makes teeth indestructible with a brilliant map
contemplations of absolute power have implicit defeatism as lies of poverty
that are jousts at walls of titanium steal 10,000 feet high
governments never improve and homelessness never ends
nothing ever changes as the Earth circles eliptically around the bend
seasons always arise and ebb and everything remains the same unchanged
as if everything was dead
space-time is an unbroken token of change.