Change is
An empty atlas
All steps
Shall fall on ****** earth
Chasing silhouettes
Urgent births
Future regrets
As yet unscripted epithets
The bold walk blind
A river unfolding
Toward the see
A tale told
In the edit

When I say
You’re too kind
I mean it
The dull stabs
Of your best intentions
Only stir the wound
Please
Leave me to grieve
These woollen words you weave
To soften woe
Do not deceive
My threadbare wits
That they are whole
No peace for me maybe
But…please
A little quiet

Didn't you hear it
Insistent pounding
A distant rave
Or, more like, thrumming
A steady motor
Regulating
Growing deeper
Doppler shifting
Must be moving
Ever further
Exploring
Retreating
Heading for some farflung meeting
A severed murmur
Faintly familiar
But...
Did you not hear it