It seems to have irrupted over night
Convulsing worlds in it's consequence
Yet dainty and smooth in it's motion
Veritable only in a glimpse
Barely perceptible movements from the centre
Point out the changeability of the instances
Monuments constructed for ages
Incrementally staggering
Former reliability becomes unreckonable
Abstracted mere from the steady course of time
Wearing the countenance of unease as a mask
What was once familiar sheds it's face
A perpetual motion machine of alteration
The fostering gale can no longer be denied
Long ago has belittlement lost it's sense
Still grief and paralysis canalize the force
Impelled squarely by sobered lucidity
We humbly walk a foregone way