See the world, so ample, still here’s where the pain is.
Take a breath, blink your eyes, then everything changes.
Vision obscured by green feathers and blue dust.
I only speak up when shocked by time’s changes.
They say the brighter the light, the darker the shadow.
Innumerable black holes mark universal changes.
Not a fair-weather vibe nor a mood for the meek.
The default mode network’s way of handling changes.
Clearly, I came from a process still flowing, yet
somehow I feel I came in to this place, nothing changes.
How to see I came out of, then move through and live free?
We are all of a type that exists for sea changes.