Changes

Change is life.
No change is dead.
When you can no longer dance,
there is no point.
Pain punctuates existence
to make it real.
Loss takes us from observer
to participant.
The most important thing is to care.
Time does not care,
distance does not care,
only humans care.
The conscious and the measured
cannot be reconciled.
There is no virgin birth
to be quantified
and no secular truth
to be verified.
There is only change
and the lack of change -
life and death
together and estranged.
When we know where we are,
and dust turns to air,
then we know our time has come.
We have become change
and our future is contained
in the choices we make
to turn despair into
the amazing power of new names.
by my anonymous poet
Labels: Poetry



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