Altered worlds....

Choppy seas...choppy worlds (Oil on canvas)

Somethings change.

Not unto themselves.

But

from our eyes, get out of range.

Stun a surprise; stay estranged...

Somethings cease to matter.

Not to themselves.

But

in my cosm no longer green;

in my bosom, they halt to mean.

Somethings cease.

Not matter.

The kindle dies

the magic flies

Somethings

were doomed to shatter,

no matter.