CHANGE

By: JD Stephans

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Standing in the middle

Of deafening obscurity

Walls begin to fall

As crumpled plaster

Matted into small wet

-masses

Drop from once sturdy frames

And everything known changes season

Without any indication

That Change, in all her

gaudy finery,

was expected company.

I find myself searching,

deep within

Beneath surface deep familiarity

To long forgotten intention,

Desire.

I light a candle

That peace might find her way,

And grace me with a meeting

Leaving tempting offerings

For her to be wooed by

That she might stay a spell

-Beside me.