A Storm of Stars

The shade of all change,
All that there has been,
Swirls and bursts in lights.

How did names take off
From points, thumps, and mime
To where they could mean

What was, but not there,
And then what was not,
But had been, and then

That which had not been,
What could not have been,
But still was, as name,

Was meant but was not
But what it might mean
If it weren’t just meant?

A new way to be,
To not be, but mean.
The days flit by, swift

As birds, thoughts of gods,
Things that are, that mean,
The shades of all change.