Wednesday, April 2, 2025

Sensing change


 Invariance unseen, the silent lie, 

Truth is the stillness the winds deny. 

We chase the waves, the skies that turn, 

Yet flames of change are all we burn.

A shadow stands where none can know, 

It bends the stars, yet will not show. 

The signal fades, the world unwinds, 

What cannot vary hides behind.

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