Something in the evening suspects it is not
Going to last forever, this state of affairs
In which everything must always be
Changing, however incrementally. Donne
Got at It allegorically, anthropomorphically,
With his “Death, Thou too shalt die.” Change
Changes as constantly as any other thing
Changing, and perhaps, like all we underlings,
Will change itself out of existence, no longer
To be the eternal transitory, leaving only
The eternal in its wake. For the rest of us,
That’s the change to nothingness, to never,
And it’s been said and sung that the eternal
Is a place where nothing ever happens, so
Maybe that’s the deal in this, the only
Scenario we know: when change ceases
To be change, it’s nothing, all the way down,
And then nothing, nothing forever happens
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