SaturdayII June (after a bang to the head, still bleeding and before picking up the washing and a newspaper)

Change.
All things come to pass.
Yet all things remain the same.
Indomitable time.
Forges indivisable space.

Measured moments caught in the hands of a watch face.
Star charted horizons caught in the lens of an observatory telescope.
Time watches for crudely fashioned absolutes.
Making the static eratic.
Reigning randomly over atomic slaves.

Change, all things come to pass.
Yet all things remain the same.
The same but different.

Ancient watery stars flash into earth-young sun-streaked streams.
And leavy rain-drenched dells become dappled sun-stroked fells.
And crowns of anvil-angled clouds fall to ringing rain.
And ringing rain becomes the starry stream.
And the starry stream becomes the sea's constant gain.

The sea's horizon stages the sky's sudden storm.
Moody heavens rippled with angry reds.
A still violent ferment.
The billowed darkness backlit by lightening's puppetry.
As quickly as it appears it clears.

The night turns to another day.
And tomorrow their stars will be your sun.