Demand distress, no longer satisfied
With comfort empty of cost. There, now with
Quivering tongue hidden from view, cleaved in
Resilient repose—no longer subject
To orderly prose, but leaving silence
Like a chasm, gaping outwards. There was
Once clear structure and intent. Fluid
Machination constructing image and sound—
But, all has been torn beyond the bedrock.
Like the ocean bluff, scoured and dashed by
Moving waters. Distress—what was counted
Too unseemly and frenetic beyond
All comprehension and desire now
Is reckoned as created. A change in
Quality has been imparted. Chaotic
Waters still reside, battering and shaping
All countries beyond recorded boundaries.
I can imagine a definite
Expectation of what days may come. All
Swirling and moving too swift for cognition.
Yet, from the face of this water, renewal
Lies beneath filling stress, satisfying a longing of eternity.