long days of change undetectable

until it finally springs up

and overturns every expectation

how long on the earth this has happened

from the very beginning

we walk upon the billions of years old dirt

watch our doings squiggle like the snaking glow

on a fresh pile of ash

to vanish in an instant on a last consumed tip

and all the things we build and destroy

hoist up and tear down

only amounting to a changing shadow

on the face of some remote consciousness

not so much here

as everywhere at once

and so it seems after all the upsetting change

it seems nothing has changed at all

because the Essence is undisturbed

and the merest manifestations shifting

within the binds of its molecules

and so long nights of rest remain

just as they are

settling into its brief form

its combinations of elements

unstable by nature

and confirms every suspicion

one could have of the glittering

wheeling processes we call stars

in the sweet limited dream of our being

ourselves an unknowable process

under the only sky we know in this world...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.