Change, hard change, swift change, too much air to breathe change
is happening
now, and surrounding now, growing beyond our 
frenzied adaptations.
The old stable traditions, The way it’s always been,
Myths to depend on
crumble in quakes, the shiftings.
Naturally, we rabidly react,
dripping fear, convulsed in rage, scattered
rants and orgasmic desperation.

Yes, in the burning off fog of tomorrow
we may be the better world to come.
I can feel it humming, 
dancing into anticipation’s view,
feel the drumbeat, the hurrahs of the tribe.
Change, a jubilation, gift of laughing deities
wisdom of ages inexorably gaining speed
once we learn to jump on board,
play greater possibilities, 
fueled in illumination 
of expanding 
space.

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