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“Things don’t change now the way they changed of old” Cuis de Comoes (d 1580)

Things don’t change now the way they changed of old

The world has morphed into a shape not easy to hold

Deepest darkest sword thrusting through these times

Piercing and dislodging

Dismembering and forgetting

The human story

What do we remember?

Dances, long summer days

Safety between sea and sand …

Things don’t change now the way they use to

Not in degrees, a progression

There’s a gathering of disparate forces, uniting for a

Tsunami

O my

What will remain under the surface of so many losses?

The morning after

The rain falls today Soak the dry ground and our hearts Turn, run towards home