Moving Stillness
With feeling words said, once knowing signs are shown,
And every need fulfilled by staple, task and time,
Named requirements portrayed in fixed design are known
That trace the steps to states of generalized totality.
So every block and chip will find a certain function
When gears turn out their course, the cogwheels of a destiny
And goals are reached with steady motive through their circuits
So that mission has its name inscribed upon a dream.
Then all analysis complete, the architects forgotten,
The builders pack their tools in melancholy admiration
Of brainchild grown and fantastic thought made real
So daily planning cannot feel the same anticipation.
A plethora of measurements and cuts transforms
Space, toil and investment in the weighty enterprise
Into its own place of regular commerce and congregation
Where further work is negotiated in steady mediation.
But smaller plots and progress do plod on,
The grinding dirge of day laborer's monotony,
Until one day the floors no longer swept
Project the final product of all entropy.
So pleasant task and playful place vacated,
Decay and autolytic process have their day,
So once meaningful pursuit is called outdated
The revolutionaries of a new day may get under way.
So though we may have been as souls united
In a cause and moment filled with tears of joy
And our sad laughter may have been excited
By empathetic energies expressed in blushes coy
Every passion has its season, subject to the tide and time
Every purpose has its reason, ending in this simple rhyme.
