In deference to the past, the seamless stream;
Transitions & Continuums in Parallel paths
Modify one the other, jetting into galactic
Synchronicity in quasi-familiar spirals, repeating.
In sufferance to the now, the clangour of
Human turbulence in the slip stream; DOHing
Like a water-hammer in the pipeline each time
We're knocked out of kilter, starting over.
Every year it is rebuilt differently
The impossibility of being is muted
By our continuation of the thread;
Even in our solitary consciousness
We prate to weave the current myth.
Present choruses echo past lived universes
But never the like is achieved; ever we mush
Without strategy or appreciation of choices
Into the following week, month, years.
