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
What will remain under the surface of so many losses?