It seems to have irrupted over night
Convulsing worlds in its consequence
Yet dainty and smooth in its motion

Veritable only in a glimpse

Barely perceptible movements from the centre

Point out the changeability of the instances
Monuments constructed for ages
Incrementally staggering


Former reliability becomes unreckonable
Abstracted mere from the steady course of time

Wearing the countenance of unease as a mask
What was once familiar sheds its face


A perpetual motion machine of alteration
The fostering gale can no longer be denied
Long ago has belittlement lost its sense

Still grief and paralysis c!@#^ize the force
Impelled squarely by sobered lucidity
We humbly walk a foregone way