Flux

nothing is permanent

and this now

this here

this is an active, agitated and anxious

state of non-permanence

a transitional phase at best

but nothing lasts

this is the alpha

this is the omega

and your precious time

a mind riddling

waste of abstract reasoning

but a part of the fragments

of a past we have chosen

to cling to and bring forth

into our nows

and we know and we don’t

these are just visions

of mere parts

of the we

the we that we want

to be

and then

it all becomes moot

all is a state of flux

it’s all beginning

and middles

and ends

and every gap

encased therein

every minute crevasse

from a humbling nadir

to a high solstice

it has

it was

it is

flux